< Pǝnd-nǝsiⱨǝtlǝr 7 >
1 I oƣlum, sɵzlirimgǝ ǝmǝl ⱪil, Tapxuruⱪlirimni yürikingdǝ saⱪla.
My son, guard my words and conceal my precepts within you.
2 Tapxuruⱪlirimƣa ǝmǝl ⱪilsang, yaxnaysǝn; Tǝlimlirimni kɵz ⱪariquⱪungni asriƣandǝk asra.
Son, preserve my commandments, and you shall live. And keep my law as the pupil of your eye.
3 Ularni barmaⱪliringƣa tengip ⱪoy, Ⱪǝlb tahtangƣa yeziwal.
Bind it with your fingers; write it on the tablets of your heart.
4 Danaliⱪni, sǝn ⱨǝdǝ-singlim, degin, Pǝm-parasǝtni «tuƣⱪinim» dǝp qaⱪir.
Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,” and call prudence your friend.
5 Xundaⱪ ⱪilsang, ular seni yat hotundin yiraⱪlaxturidu, Aƣzidin siliⱪ sɵz qiⱪidiƣan yoqun ayaldin neri ⱪilidu.
So may she guard you from the woman who is an outsider, and from the stranger who sweetens her words.
6 [Bir ⱪetim] ɵyning derizǝ kɵznǝkliridin taxⱪiriƣa ⱪariƣinimda,
For I gaze from the window of my house, through the lattice,
7 Birnǝqqǝ yax, sadda yigitlǝrni kɵrdüm, Ularning iqidin bir ǝⱪilsizni kɵrüp ⱪaldim,
and I see little ones. I consider a frenzied youth,
8 U koqa boylap buzuⱪ [hotun turuxluⱪ] doⱪmuxtin ɵtüp, Andin uning ɵyi tǝrǝpkǝ ⱪarap mangdi.
who crosses the street at the corner and close to the way of that house.
9 Kǝqⱪurun ⱪarangƣu qüxkǝndǝ, Zulmǝt keqǝ, ay ⱪarangƣusida [ixiki aldidin ɵtti].
He steps into shadows, as day becomes evening, into the darkness and gloom of the night.
10 Mana, ɵydin bir hotun qiⱪip uni kütüwaldi; Kiyimi paⱨixǝ ayallarningkidǝk bolup, Niyiti ⱨiylǝ-mikir idi.
And behold, a woman meets him, dressed like a harlot, prepared to captivate souls: chattering and rambling,
11 Aƣzi bixǝm-ⱨayasiz, naⱨayiti jaⱨil bir hotun, U ɵyidǝ turmaydu,
unwilling to bear silence, unable to keep her feet at home,
12 Birdǝ mǝⱨǝllidǝ, birdǝ mǝydanlarda, U koqilardiki ⱨǝr doⱪmuxta paylap yüridu.
now outside, now in the streets, now lying in ambush near the corners.
13 Ⱨeliⱪi yax yigitni tartip, uni sɵyüp, Nomussizlarqǝ uningƣa: —
And overtaking the youth, she kisses him, and with a provocative face, she flatters him, saying:
14 «Ɵyümdǝ «inaⱪliⱪ ⱪurbanliⱪi» gɵxi bar, Mǝn bügün Hudaƣa ⱪǝsǝm ⱪilƣan ⱪurbanliⱪni ⱪildim,
“I vowed sacrifices for well-being. Today I have repaid my vows.
15 Xunga mǝn sizni qaⱪirƣili qiⱪtim, Didaringizƣa tǝlpünüp izdidim. Əmdi sizni tepiwaldim!
Because of this, I have gone out to meet you, desiring to see you, and I have found you.
16 Karwitimƣa Misirning kǝxtilik, yolluⱪ libas yapⱪuqlirini yaptim.
I have woven my bed with cords. I have strewn it with embroidered tapestries from Egypt.
17 Orun-kɵrpilirimgǝ hux puraⱪ murmǝkki, muǝttǝr wǝ ⱪowzaⱪ darqinlarni qaqtim.
I have sprinkled my bed with myrrh, aloe, and cinnamon.
18 Keling, tang atⱪuqǝ muⱨǝbbǝtlixǝyli, oynap ⱨuzurlinayli, Kɵnglimiz ⱪanƣuqǝ ɵzara ǝyx-ixrǝt ⱪilayli,
Come, let us be inebriated in abundance, and let us delight in the embraces of desire, until the day begins to dawn.
19 Erim ɵydǝ yoⱪ, yiraⱪ sǝpǝrgǝ qiⱪip kǝtti.
For my husband is not in his house. He has gone away on a very long journey.
20 U bir ⱨǝmyan pul elip kǝtti, Ay tolƣuqǝ u ɵygǝ kǝlmǝydu» — dedi.
He took with him a bag of money. He will return to his house on the day of the full moon.”
21 Ayal kɵp xerin sɵzliri bilǝn rasa ⱪiziⱪturdi, Qirayliⱪ gǝpliri bilǝn uni ǝsir ⱪiliwaldi.
She enmeshed him with many words, and she drew him forward with the flattery of her lips.
22 Soyuxⱪa elip mangƣan ɵküzdǝk, Ⱨamaⱪǝt kixi kixǝn bilǝn jazaƣa mangƣandǝk, Ⱪiltaⱪⱪa qüxkǝn ⱪuxtǝk, Yigit uning kǝynidin mangdi. Jigirini oⱪ texip ɵtmiguqǝ, U bu ixning ⱨayatiƣa zamin bolidiƣanliⱪini ⱨeq bilmǝydu.
Immediately, he follows her, like an ox being led to the sacrifice, and like a lamb acting lasciviously, and not knowing that he is being drawn foolishly into chains,
until the arrow pierces his liver. It is just as if a bird were to hurry into the snare. And he does not know that his actions endanger his own soul.
24 I oƣullirim, sɵzlirimni kɵngül ⱪoyup anglanglar, Degǝnlirimgǝ ⱪulaⱪ selinglar,
Therefore, my son, hear me now, and attend to the words of my mouth.
25 Ⱪǝlbinglarni bundaⱪ hotunning yoliƣa kǝtküzmǝnglar, Uning aldam haltisiƣa qüxüp kǝtmǝnglar.
Do not let your mind be pulled into her ways. And do not be deceived by her paths.
26 Bundaⱪ ayal nurƣun kixilǝrni yiⱪitip yarilandurƣan, Uning boƣuzliƣan adǝmliri tolimu kɵptur,
For she has tossed aside many wounded, and some of those who were very strong have been slain by her.
27 Uning ɵyi bolsa tǝⱨtisaraning kirix eƣizidur, Adǝmni «ⱨalakǝt meⱨmanhanisi»ƣa qüxürüx yolidur. (Sheol )
Her household is the way to Hell, reaching even to the inner places of death. (Sheol )