Isaiah 51
1 “Listen to me, you who follow after righteousness, you who seek Yahweh. Look to the rock you were cut from, and to the quarry you were dug from.
«I ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪⱪa intilgüqilǝr, Pǝrwǝrdigarni izdigüqilǝr, Manga ⱪulaⱪ selinglar: — Silǝrni yonup qiⱪarƣan taxⱪa, Silǝrni kolap qiⱪarƣan orǝkkǝ nǝzǝr selinglar;
2 Look to Abraham your father, and to Sarah who bore you; for when he was but one I called him, I blessed him, and made him many.
Atanglar Ibraⱨimƣa, silǝrni tuƣup bǝrgǝn Saraⱨⱪa nǝzǝr selinglar; Qünki Mǝn uni yalƣuz qeƣida qaⱪirdim, Uningƣa bǝht ata ⱪildim, Ⱨǝm uni awundurdum.
3 For Yahweh has comforted Zion. He has comforted all her waste places, and has made her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of Yahweh. Joy and gladness will be found in them, thanksgiving, and the voice of melody.
Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigar Zionƣa tǝsǝlli bǝrmǝy ⱪoymaydu; Uning barliⱪ harabǝ yǝrlirigǝ qoⱪum tǝsǝlli beridu; U qoⱪum uning janggallirini Erǝn baƣqisidǝk, Uning qɵl-bayawanlirini Pǝrwǝrdigarning beƣidǝk ⱪilidu; Uningdin huxalliⱪ ⱨǝm xad-huramliⱪ, Rǝⱨmǝtlǝr ⱨǝm nahxa awazliri tepilidu.
4 “Listen to me, my people; and hear me, my nation, for a law will go out from me, and I will establish my justice for a light to the peoples.
Mening hǝlⱪim, gepimni anglanglar, Ɵz elim, manga ⱪulaⱪ selinglar; Qünki Mǝndin bir ⱪanun-tǝlim kelidu, Wǝ Mǝn ⱨɵküm-ⱨǝⱪiⱪitimni ǝl-yurtlar üqün bir nur ⱪilip tiklǝymǝn.
5 My righteousness is near. My salvation has gone out, and my arms will judge the peoples. The islands will wait for me, and they will trust my arm.
Mening ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪim silǝrgǝ yeⱪin, Mening nijatim yolƣa qiⱪti; Mening bilǝklirim ǝl-yurtlarƣa ⱨɵküm-ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝtni elip kelidu; Arallar Meni kütüp umid baƣlaydu, Ular Mening bilikimgǝ tayinidu.
6 Lift up your eyes to the heavens, and look at the earth beneath; for the heavens will vanish away like smoke, and the earth will wear out like a garment. Its inhabitants will die in the same way, but my salvation will be forever, and my righteousness will not be abolished.
Bexinglarni kɵtürüp asmanlarƣa, Astinglarda turƣan yǝr-zeminƣimu ⱪarap beⱪinglar; Qünki asmanlar is-tütǝktǝk ƣayib bolidu, Yǝr-zemin bolsa bir tal kiyimdǝk konirap ketidu; Uningda turuwatⱪanlarmu ohxaxla ɵlidu; Biraⱪ nijatim bolsa ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqidur, Mening ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪim ⱨǝrgiz yanjilmaydu.
7 “Listen to me, you who know righteousness, the people in whose heart is my law. Don’t fear the reproach of men, and don’t be dismayed at their insults.
I ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪimni bilgǝnlǝr, Kɵngligǝ ⱪanun-tǝlimimni pükkǝn hǝlⱪ, Manga ⱪulaⱪ selinglar; Insanlarning ⱨaⱪarǝtliridin ⱪorⱪmanglar, Ulardiki kupurluⱪ wǝ ƣaljirlaxlardin patiparaⱪ bolup kǝtmǝnglar;
8 For the moth will eat them up like a garment, and the worm will eat them like wool; but my righteousness will be forever, and my salvation to all generations.”
Qünki küyǝ ularni kiyimni yǝwalƣandǝk yǝwalidu, Ⱪurt yung yǝwalƣandǝk yǝwalidu; Biraⱪ ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪim ǝbǝdil’ǝbǝdgiqidur, Mening nijatim dǝwrdin-dǝwrgiqidur.
9 Awake, awake, put on strength, arm of Yahweh! Awake, as in the days of old, the generations of ancient times. Isn’t it you who cut Rahab in pieces, who pierced the monster?
Oyƣan, oyƣan, küqni ɵzünggǝ kiyim ⱪilip kiygǝysǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigarning Biliki! Ⱪǝdimki waⱪitlarda, Ɵtkǝn zamanlardiki dǝwrlǝrdǝ oyƣanƣiningdǝk oyƣan! Raⱨabni ⱪiyma-qiyma ⱪilip qepiwǝtkǝn, Əjdiⱨani sanjip zǝhimlǝndürgǝn ǝsli Sǝn ǝmǝsmu?
10 Isn’t it you who dried up the sea, the waters of the great deep; who made the depths of the sea a way for the redeemed to pass over?
Dengizni, dǝⱨxǝtlik ⱨanglardiki sularni ⱪurutiwetip, Dengizning tegilirini Sǝn ⱨǝmjǝmǝtlik ⱪilip ⱪutⱪuzƣanlarning ɵtüx yoli ⱪilƣan Ɵzüng ǝmǝsmu?
11 Those ransomed by Yahweh will return, and come with singing to Zion. Everlasting joy shall be on their heads. They will obtain gladness and joy. Sorrow and sighing shall flee away.
Xunga Pǝrwǝrdigar bǝdǝl tɵlǝp ⱪutⱪuzƣanlar ⱪaytip kelidu, Ular nahxilarni eytip Zionƣa yetip kelidu; Ularning baxliriƣa mǝnggülük xad-huramliⱪ ⱪonidu; Ular huxalliⱪ wǝ xadliⱪⱪa erixidu; Ⱪayƣu-ⱨǝsrǝt ⱨǝm uⱨ-nadamǝtlǝr bǝdǝr ⱪaqidu.
12 “I, even I, am he who comforts you. Who are you, that you are afraid of man who shall die, and of the son of man who will be made as grass?
Silǝrgǝ tǝsǝlli bǝrgüqi Ɵzüm, Ɵzümdurmǝn; Ɵlüx aldida turƣan bir insandin, Teni ot-qɵplǝrgǝ aylinip ketidiƣan insan balisidin ⱪorⱪup kǝtkining nemisi?
13 Have you forgotten Yahweh your Maker, who stretched out the heavens, and laid the foundations of the earth? Do you live in fear continually all day because of the fury of the oppressor, when he prepares to destroy? Where is the fury of the oppressor?
Asmanlarni kǝrgǝn, Yǝr-zeminning ulini salƣan Yasiƣuqing Pǝrwǝrdigarni untup yürisǝn, Xundaⱪla kün boyi ⱨalakǝt yürgüzmǝkqi bolƣan zalimning ⱪǝⱨridin tohtawsiz ⱪorⱪup yürisǝn; Əmdi zalimning ⱪǝⱨri ⱪeni?
14 The captive exile will speedily be freed. He will not die and go down into the pit. His bread won’t fail.
Bax ǝgkǝn ǝsir bolsa tezdin boxitilidu; U ⱨangƣa qüxmǝydu, xuning bilǝn ɵlmǝydu, Uning risⱪimu tügǝp ⱪalmaydu.
15 For I am Yahweh your God, who stirs up the sea so that its waves roar. Yahweh of Armies is his name.
Mǝn bolsam dengizni ⱪozƣap, dolⱪunlarni ⱨɵrkirǝtküqi Pǝrwǝrdigar Hudayingdurmǝn; «Samawi ⱪoxunlarning Sǝrdari bolƣan Pǝrwǝrdigar» Mening namimdur;
16 I have put my words in your mouth and have covered you in the shadow of my hand, that I may plant the heavens, and lay the foundations of the earth, and tell Zion, ‘You are my people.’”
Wǝ asmanlarni tiklǝxkǝ, Yǝr-zeminning ulini selixⱪa, Wǝ Zionƣa: «Sǝn Mening hǝlⱪimdur» deyixkǝ, Mǝn sɵzümni aƣzingƣa ⱪuyƣanmǝn, Sǝn [ⱪulumni] ⱪolumning sayisi bilǝn yapⱪanmǝn.
17 Awake, awake! Stand up, Jerusalem, you who have drunk from Yahweh’s hand the cup of his wrath. You have drunken the bowl of the cup of staggering, and drained it.
I Pǝrwǝrdigarning ⱪolidiki ⱪǝⱨrlik ⱪǝdǝⱨni iqiwǝtkǝn Yerusalem, Oyƣan, oyƣan, ornungdin tur; Adǝmni wǝⱨimigǝ salƣuqi jam-ⱪǝdǝⱨni sǝn iqting, biraⱪla kɵtüriwǝtting;
18 There is no one to guide her among all the sons to whom she has given birth; and there is no one who takes her by the hand among all the sons whom she has brought up.
Uning tuƣup bǝrgǝn barliⱪ baliliri arisida uni yetǝkligüdǝk ⱨeqkim yoⱪ, Uning beⱪip qong ⱪilƣan barliⱪ baliliridin uning ⱪolini tutup yɵligüdǝk ⱨeqbirimu yoⱪ.
19 These two things have happened to you— who will grieve with you?— desolation and destruction, and famine and the sword. How can I comfort you?
Bu ikki ix bexingƣa qüxti — (Kim sǝn üqün iq aƣritip yiƣlar?!) — Bulangqiliⱪ ⱨǝm wǝyranqiliⱪ, Aqarqiliⱪ ⱨǝm ⱪiliq; Mǝnmu sanga tǝsǝlli berǝlǝymǝnmikin?
20 Your sons have fainted. They lie at the head of all the streets, like an antelope in a net. They are full of Yahweh’s wrath, the rebuke of your God.
Sening baliliring ⱨalsizlinip ⱨoxidin kǝtti, Torƣa qüxkǝn jǝrǝndǝk ⱨǝrbir koqining doⱪmuxida yatidu; Ular Pǝrwǝrdigarning ⱪǝⱨri bilǝn, Hudayingning tǝnbiⱨi bilǝn tolduruldi;
21 Therefore now hear this, you afflicted, and drunken, but not with wine:
Xunga ⱨazir buni anglap ⱪoy, i har bolƣan, — Mǝst bolƣan, biraⱪ xarab bilǝn ǝmǝs: —
22 Your Lord Yahweh, your God who pleads the cause of his people, says, “Behold, I have taken out of your hand the cup of staggering, even the bowl of the cup of my wrath. You will not drink it any more.
Ɵz hǝlⱪining dǝwasini yürgüzgüqi Rǝbbing Pǝrwǝrdigar, Yǝni sening Hudaying mundaⱪ dǝydu: — «Mana, Mǝn ⱪolungdin adǝmni wǝⱨimigǝ salidiƣan jam-ⱪǝdǝⱨni, Yǝni ⱪǝⱨrimgǝ tolƣan ⱪǝdǝⱨni eliwaldim; Sǝn ikkinqi uningdin ⱨeq iqmǝysǝn;
23 I will put it into the hand of those who afflict you, who have said to your soul, ‘Bow down, that we may walk over you;’ and you have laid your back as the ground, like a street to those who walk over.”
Mǝn uni seni harliwatⱪanlarning ⱪoliƣa tutⱪuzimǝn; Ular sanga: «Biz üstüngdin dǝssǝp ɵtimiz, egilip tur» dedi; Xuning bilǝn sǝn teningni yǝr bilǝn tǝng ⱪilip, Üstüngdin ɵtküqilǝr üqün ɵzüngni koqidiki yol ⱪilding».
