Joel 1
1 The word of the LORD that came to Joel the son of Pethuel.
Pǝrwǝrdigarning Petuelning oƣli Yoelƣa qüxkǝn sɵzi: —
2 Hear this, ye old men, and give ear, all ye inhabitants of the land. Hath this been in your days, or even 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 Tell ye your children of it, and let your children tell their children, and their children another generation.
Baliliringlarƣa xuni eytip beringlar, Baliliringlar ɵz baliliriƣa eytsun, Ularmu kelǝr dǝwrgǝ eytsun: —
4 That which the palmerworm hath left hath the locust eaten; and that which the locust hath left hath the cankerworm eaten; and that which the cankerworm hath left hath the caterpiller 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 wail, all ye drinkers of wine, because of the new wine; for it is 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 is come up upon my land, strong, and without number, whose teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he hath the cheek teeth of a great lion.
Qünki bir hǝlⱪ, küqlük, sansizliƣan hǝlⱪ, Zeminim üstigǝ besip kǝldi; Uning qixliri bolsa xirning qixliri, Uningda xirning ⱨinggang qixliri bardur;
7 He hath laid my vine waste, and barked my fig tree: he hath stripped it bare, and cast it away; its branches are made white.
U Mening üzüm tallirimni wǝyranǝ ⱪiliwǝtti, Ənjür dǝrihimning ⱪowzaⱪlirini siyriwǝtti, Ularni yalingaqlap, taxliwǝtti; Ularning xahliri aⱪliwetildi.
8 Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
Yaxliⱪidiki eri üqün matǝm tutup bɵz kiyimlǝrgǝ oranƣan nǝwjuwandǝk ⱪattiⱪ piƣan qekinglar;
9 The meat offering and the drink offering is cut off from the house of the LORD; the priests, the LORD’S ministers, mourn.
Pǝrwǝrdigarning ɵyi «axliⱪ ⱨǝdiyǝ»din ⱨǝm «xarab ⱨǝdiyǝ»lǝrdin mǝⱨrum ⱪilindi; Kaⱨinlar, yǝni Pǝrwǝrdigarning hizmǝtqiliri matǝm tutidu.
10 The field is wasted, the land mourneth; for the grain is wasted: the new wine is dried up, the oil languisheth.
Etizlar qɵldǝrǝp kǝtti, Zemin matǝm tutidu; Qünki ziraǝtlǝr ƣazan boldi, Yengi xarab ⱪurup kǝtti, Zǝytun meyi ⱪaƣjiridi.
11 Be ye ashamed, O ye farmers; wail, O ye vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley; because the harvest of the field hath perished.
Ⱨǝy deⱨⱪanlar, uyulunglar; Buƣdaylar ⱨǝm arpilar üqün yalwurunglar, i üzümqilǝr, Qünki etizlarning ⱨosulliri ⱪurup kǝtti.
12 The vine is dried up, and the fig tree languisheth; the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree, even all the trees of the field, are withered: because joy is withered 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 lament, ye priests: wail, ye ministers of the altar: come, lie all night in sackcloth, ye ministers of my God: for the meat offering and the drink offering is withheld from the house of your God.
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 Sanctify ye a fast, call a solemn assembly, gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land into the house of the LORD your God, and cry to the LORD,
«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 the day of the LORD is at hand, and as a destruction from the Almighty shall it come.
«Aⱨ, xu kün! Qünki Pǝrwǝrdigarning küni yeⱪinlaxti, U Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadir tǝripidin ⱨalakǝt bolup kelidu.
16 Is not the food cut off before our eyes, and joy and gladness from the house of our God?
Mana, ƣiza kɵz aldimizdin elip taxlandi ǝmǝsmu? Xadliⱪ, huxalliⱪ Hudayimizning ɵyidin elip taxlandi ǝmǝsmu?
17 The seed hath perished under their clods, the storehouses are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the grain is withered.
Uruⱪlar topa-qalmilar astida qirip kǝtti, Ambarlar harabilǝxti, Boƣuzhanilar ƣulap qüxti; Qünki ziraǝtlǝr ƣazang boldi.
18 How do the beasts groan! the herds of cattle are perplexed, because they have no pasture; yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.
Qarpaylar xundaⱪ ⱨɵrkirixip kǝtti! Kala padiliri patiparaⱪ boldi, Otlaⱪni tapalmiƣaq; Ⱪoy padilirimu ɵzi «gunaⱨimiz bar» degǝndǝk mǝyüslǝndi;
19 O LORD, to thee will I cry: for the fire hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame hath burned all the trees of the field.
Aⱨ, Pǝrwǝrdigar, nida ⱪilimǝn Sanga; Qünki ot yalⱪunliri janggaldiki ot-qɵplǝrni yǝwǝtti, Yalⱪun daladiki barliⱪ dǝrǝhlǝrni kɵydürüwǝtti.
20 The beasts of the field cry also to thee: for the rivers of waters are dried up, and the fire hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness.
Daladiki ⱨaywanlarmu Sanga nida ⱪilidu, Qünki eriⱪ-ɵstǝnglǝr ⱪurup kǝtti, Ot-yalⱪun janggaldiki ot-qɵplǝrni yǝwǝtti.
