Joel 1
1 The word of Yahweh, which came unto Joel, son of Pethuel.
Pǝrwǝrdigarning Petuelning oƣli Yoelƣa qüxkǝn sɵzi: —
2 Hear this, ye elders, and give ear, all ye inhabitants of the land, —hath this ever happened in your days? or in the days of your fathers?
«I ⱪerilar, anglanglar; Zeminda barliⱪ turuwatⱪan ⱨǝmmǝylǝn, ⱪulaⱪ selinglar; Ɵz künliringlarda yaki ata-bowiliringlarning künliridimu xundaⱪ bir ix bolup baⱪⱪanmu?
3 Concerning it, to your children, tell ye the story, —and your children, to their children, and their children, to the generation following: —
Baliliringlarƣa xuni eytip beringlar, Baliliringlar ɵz baliliriƣa eytsun, Ularmu kelǝr dǝwrgǝ eytsun: —
4 That which was left by the creeping locust, hath the swarming locust eaten, and, that which was left by the swarming locust, hath the grass locust eaten; and, that which was left by the grass locust, hath the corn locust eaten.
«Qixligüqi ⱪurt» ⱪaldurƣanni qekǝtkǝ yǝp boldi, Qekǝtkǝ ⱪaldurƣanni qekǝtkǝ liqinkiliri yǝp boldi, Qekǝtkǝ liqinkiliri ⱪaldurƣanni «wǝyranqi ⱪurt»lar yǝp boldi.
5 Awake, ye drunkards, and weep, and howl, all ye drinkers of wine, —over the new wine, because it hath been cut off from your mouth.
Əy, ⱨaraⱪkǝxlǝr, oyƣinip ⱪattiⱪ yiƣlanglar, Ⱨuwlixinglar, i xarab iqküqilǝr, Yengi xarab tüpǝylidin — Qünki u aƣzingdin elip taxlandi.
6 For, a nation, hath come up over my land, bold, and without number, —his teeth, are the teeth of a lion, and, the fangs of a lioness, hath he!
Qünki bir hǝlⱪ, küqlük, sansizliƣan hǝlⱪ, Zeminim üstigǝ besip kǝldi; Uning qixliri bolsa xirning qixliri, Uningda xirning ⱨinggang qixliri bardur;
7 He hath turned my vine to a waste, and my fig-tree to splinters, —he hath, barked it clean, and cast it down, bleached are its branches.
U Mening üzüm tallirimni wǝyranǝ ⱪiliwǝtti, Ənjür dǝrihimning ⱪowzaⱪlirini siyriwǝtti, Ularni yalingaqlap, taxliwǝtti; Ularning xahliri aⱪliwetildi.
8 Wail thou, like a virgin girded with sackcloth, for the owner of her youth.
Yaxliⱪidiki eri üqün matǝm tutup bɵz kiyimlǝrgǝ oranƣan nǝwjuwandǝk ⱪattiⱪ piƣan qekinglar;
9 Cut off are the meal-offering and the drink-offering, from the house of Yahweh, —In grief are the priests, the attendants on Yahweh: —
Pǝrwǝrdigarning ɵyi «axliⱪ ⱨǝdiyǝ»din ⱨǝm «xarab ⱨǝdiyǝ»lǝrdin mǝⱨrum ⱪilindi; Kaⱨinlar, yǝni Pǝrwǝrdigarning hizmǝtqiliri matǝm tutidu.
10 Laid waste is the field, in grief is the soil, —for laid waste is the corn, abashed is the new wine, languisheth the oil.
Etizlar qɵldǝrǝp kǝtti, Zemin matǝm tutidu; Qünki ziraǝtlǝr ƣazan boldi, Yengi xarab ⱪurup kǝtti, Zǝytun meyi ⱪaƣjiridi.
11 Turn pale, ye husbandmen, howl, ye vinedressers, over the wheat, and over the barley, —for perished is the harvest of the field.
Ⱨǝy deⱨⱪanlar, uyulunglar; Buƣdaylar ⱨǝm arpilar üqün yalwurunglar, i üzümqilǝr, Qünki etizlarning ⱨosulliri ⱪurup kǝtti.
12 The vine, is abashed, and, the fig-tree, languisheth, —pomegranate, palm also, and apple—all the trees of the field, have withered, Yea abashed is gladness, away from the sons of men.
Üzüm teli ⱪaƣjirap kǝtti, Ənjür dǝrihi solixip ⱪaldi, Anar dǝrihi, horma palmisi ⱨǝm alma dǝrihimu, Daladiki barliⱪ dǝrǝhlǝr solixip kǝtti; Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, xadliⱪmu adǝm balilirida solixip kǝtti.
13 Gird yourselves and beat the breast—ye priests, howl, ye attendants of the altar, go in and wrap yourselves for the night in sackcloth, ye attendants on my God, —for, withholden from the house of your God, are the meal-offering and the drink- offering.
Belinglarni baƣlanglar, pǝryad oⱪunglar, i kaⱨinlar; Ⱨuwlanglar, i ⱪurbangaⱨning hizmǝtqiliri; Keqiqǝ bɵz kiyimlǝrni kiyip düm yetinglar, i Hudaning hizmǝtqiliri; Qünki Hudayinglarning ɵyidin «axliⱪ ⱨǝdiyǝ» ⱨǝm «xarab ⱨǝdiyǝ» üzülüp ⱪaldi.
14 Hallow ye a fast, Call a solemn assembly, Gather, O elders, all the inhabitants of the land, unto the house of Yahweh your God, —and make ye outcry unto Yahweh.
«Roza tutayli» dǝp [Hudaƣa] mǝhsus bir mǝzgilni ayringlar, Jamaǝtkǝ mǝhsus yiƣilimiz, dǝp jakarlanglar; Aⱪsaⱪallarni, zeminda turuwatⱪanlarning ⱨǝmmisini Pǝrwǝrdigar Hudayinglarning ɵyigǝ yiƣip, Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa nalǝ kɵtürünglar!
15 Alas for the day! For near is the day of Yahweh, and, as a veritable Destruction from the Destroyer, shall it come.
«Aⱨ, xu kün! Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigarning küni yeⱪinlaxti, U Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadir tǝripidin ⱨalakǝt bolup kelidu.
16 Is it not, before our eyes, that, food, hath been cut off? From the house of our God, rejoicing and exultation.
Mana, ƣiza kɵz aldimizdin elip taxlandi ǝmǝsmu? Xadliⱪ, huxalliⱪ Hudayimizning ɵyidin elip taxlandi ǝmǝsmu?
17 Rotted hath the seed, under their clods, Laid waste are their stores, Thrown down are the garners, —Yea abashed is the corn.
Uruⱪlar topa-qalmilar astida qirip kǝtti, Ambarlar harabilǝxti, Boƣuzhanilar ƣulap qüxti; Qünki ziraǝtlǝr ƣazang boldi.
18 How do the beasts groan! Perplexed are the herds of oxen, because there is no pasture for them, —even, the flocks of sheep, are destroyed!
Qarpaylar xundaⱪ ⱨɵrkirixip kǝtti! Kala padiliri patiparaⱪ boldi, Otlaⱪni tapalmiƣaq; Ⱪoy padilirimu ɵzi «gunaⱨimiz bar» degǝndǝk mǝyüslǝndi;
19 Unto thee, O Yahweh, will I cry, —for, a fire, hath consumed the pastures of the wilderness, and, a flame, hath set ablaze all the trees of the field.
Aⱨ, Pǝrwǝrdigar, nida ⱪilimǝn Sanga; Qünki ot yalⱪunliri janggaldiki ot-qɵplǝrni yǝwǝtti, Yalⱪun daladiki barliⱪ dǝrǝhlǝrni kɵydürüwǝtti.
20 Even the beasts of the field, moan unto thee, —because dried up are the channels of water, and, a fire, hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness.
Daladiki ⱨaywanlarmu Sanga nida ⱪilidu, Qünki eriⱪ-ɵstǝnglǝr ⱪurup kǝtti, Ot-yalⱪun janggaldiki ot-qɵplǝrni yǝwǝtti.
