Yǝxaya 64
1 Aⱨ, Sǝn asmanlarni yirtiwetip, Yǝrgǝ qüxkǝn bolsang’idi! Taƣlar bolsa yüzüng aldida erip ketǝtti! Mana muxundaⱪ bolƣanda tuturuⱪⱪa ot yaⱪⱪandǝk, Ot suni ⱪaynatⱪandǝk, Sǝn namingni düxmǝnliringgǝ ayan ⱪilƣan bolatting, Əllǝr yüzüngdinla titrǝp ketǝtti!
O that thou wouldst rend the heavens, and come down; That the mountains might tremble at thy presence,
As fire kindleth the dry stubble, As fire causeth water to boil, To make known thy name to thine adversaries, That the nations might tremble at thy presence;
3 Sǝn biz kütmigǝn dǝⱨxǝtlik ixlarni ⱪilƣan waⱪtingda, Sǝn qüxkǝniding; Yüzüngdin taƣlar rastla erip kǝtti!
As thou once didst wonderful things, which we looked not for, And camest down, so that the mountains trembled at thy presence.
4 Sǝndin baxⱪa Ɵzigǝ tǝlmürüp kütkǝnlǝr üqün ixligüqi bir Hudani, Adǝmlǝr ǝzǝldin anglap baⱪmiƣan, Ⱪulaⱪⱪa yetip baⱪmiƣan, Kɵz kɵrüp baⱪmiƣandur!
For never have men heard, nor perceived by the ear, Nor hath eye seen, a God beside thee. Who doeth such things for those that trust in him.
5 Sǝn ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪni yürgüzüxni hursǝnlik dǝp bilgǝn adǝmning, Yǝni yolliringda mengip, Seni seƣinƣanlarning ⱨajitidin qiⱪⱪuqi ⱨǝmraⱨdursǝn; Biraⱪ mana, Sǝn ƣǝzǝptǝ boldung, Biz bolsaⱪ gunaⱨta bolduⱪ; Undaⱪ ixlar uzun boliwǝrdi; Əmdi biz ⱪutⱪuzulamduⱪ?
Thou art the friend of those who joyfully do righteousness, Those who remember thee in thy ways. Behold, thou art angry, and we are punished; Long doth the punishment endure, before we are delivered.
6 Əmdi biz napak bir nǝrsigǝ ohxax bolduⱪ, Ⱪiliwatⱪan barliⱪ «ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyǝtlirimiz» bolsa bir ǝwrǝt latisiƣila ohxaydu, halas; Ⱨǝmmimiz yopurmaⱪtǝk hazan bolup kǝttuⱪ, Ⱪǝbiⱨliklirimiz xamaldǝk bizni uqurup taxliwǝtti.
We are all of us an unclean thing; Like a filthy garment is all our righteousness; We are all withered like a leaf, And our sins, like a storm, have blown us away.
7 Sening namingni qaⱪirip nida ⱪilƣuqi, Iltipatingni tutuxⱪa ⱪozƣalƣuqi ⱨeq yoⱪtur; Qünki Sǝn yüzüngni bizdin ⱪaqurup yoxurdung, Ⱪǝbiⱨliklirimizdin bizni solaxturƣuzdung.
There is none that calleth upon thy name, That stirreth himself up to cleave to thee; For thou hidest thy face from us, And lettest us perish by our iniquities.
8 Biraⱪ ⱨazir, i Pǝrwǝrdigar, Sǝn bizning Atimizdursǝn; Biz seƣiz lay, Sǝn bizning sapalqimizdursǝn; Ⱨǝmmimiz bolsaⱪ ⱪolungda yasalƣandurmiz;
But now, O Jehovah, thou art our father; We are the clay, and thou hast formed us; We are all of us the work of thy hands.
9 I Pǝrwǝrdigar, bizgǝ ⱪaratⱪan ƣǝzipingni zor ⱪilmiƣaysǝn, Ⱪǝbiⱨlikni mǝnggügiqǝ ǝslǝp yürmigin; Mana, ⱪariƣin, ⱨǝmmimiz Sening hǝlⱪingdurmiz!
Be not wroth, O Jehovah, to the uttermost, Nor remember our iniquity forever! Behold, look upon us, we beseech thee, we are all thy people!
10 Muⱪǝddǝs xǝⱨǝrliring janggal, Zionmu janggal bolup ⱪaldi; Yerusalem wǝyran boldi;
Thy holy cities have become a wilderness; Zion is become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
11 Ata-bowimiz Seni mǝdⱨiyiligǝn jay, Pak-muⱪǝddǝslik, güzǝl-parlaⱪliⱪ turalƣusi bolƣan ɵyimiz bolsa ot bilǝn kɵyüp kül boldi; Ⱪǝdir-ⱪimmǝtlik nǝrsilirimizning ⱨǝmmisi wǝyran ⱪiliwetildi.
Our holy and glorious house, Where our fathers praised thee, Is burned with fire, And all our precious things are laid waste.
12 Muxu ixlar aldida Ɵzüngni qǝtkǝ alamsǝn, i Pǝrwǝrdigar? Süküt ⱪilip turamsǝn? Bizni boluxiqǝ har ⱪilip uriwerǝmsǝn?»
Wilt thou contain thyself at these things, O Jehovah, Wilt thou keep silence, and still grievously afflict us?
