Job 14
1 Man, who is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble.
Anidin tuƣulƣanlarning künliri azdur, Palakǝt uningƣa yardur.
2 He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down. He too flees as a shadow, and does not continue.
U güldǝk dunyaƣa kelip andin tozuydu, U [ⱪuyax aldidin] sayigǝ ohxax ⱪeqip ketidu.
3 And do thou open thine eyes upon such a one, and bring me into judgment with thee?
Biraⱪ Sǝn tehi xundaⱪ bir ajiz bolƣuqiƣa kɵzüngni tikip, Meni Ɵz aldingƣa soraⱪⱪa tartiwatamsǝn?
4 Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? Not one.
Kim napak nǝrsilǝrdin pak nǝrsini qiⱪiralaydu? — ⱨeqkim!
5 Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months is with thee, and thou have appointed his bounds that he cannot pass,
[Insanning] künliri bekitilgǝndikin, Uning aylirining sani Sening ilkingdǝ bolƣandikin, Sǝn uning ɵtsǝ bolmaydiƣan qǝklirini bekitkǝndikin,
6 look away from him, that he may rest, till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.
Uning bir’az dǝm elixi üqün uningdin kɵzüngni elip ⱪaqⱪin, Xuning bilǝn mǝdikardǝk uningƣa ɵz künliridin sɵyünüx nesip bolsun!
7 For there is hope of a tree, if it is cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch of it will not cease.
Qünki dǝrǝh kesiwetilgǝndin keyin, ⱪayta ɵsüxtin ümid bar; Buningliⱪ bilǝn uning yumran bihliri tügǝp kǝtmǝydu;
8 Though the root of it grows old in the earth, and the trunk of it dies in the ground,
Uning yiltizi yǝrdǝ ⱪurup kǝtkǝn bolsimu, Uning kɵtiki topida ɵlüp kǝtkǝn bolsimu,
9 yet through the scent of water it will bud, and put forth boughs like a plant.
Biraⱪ suning puriⱪi bilǝnla u yǝnǝ kɵkiridu, Yumran ot-qɵptǝk yengi bihlarni qiⱪiridu.
10 But man dies, and is laid low. Yea, man gives up the spirit, and where is he?
Biraⱪ adǝm bolsa ɵlidu, ilajsiz ongda yatidu, bǝrⱨǝⱪ, Insan nǝpǝstin ⱪalidu, andin nǝdǝ bolidu?
11 As the waters fail from the sea, and the river wastes away and dries up,
Dengizdiki sular parƣa aylinip tügǝp kǝtkǝndǝk, Dǝryalar ⱪaƣjirap ⱪurup kǝtkǝndǝk,
12 so man lies down and does not rise. Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be roused out of their sleep.
Ohxaxla adǝm yetip ⱪalsila ⱪaytidin turmaydu; Asmanlar yoⱪimiƣuqǝ, ular oyƣanmaydu, uyⱪudin turmaydu.
13 O that thou would hide me in Sheol, that thou would keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou would appoint for me a set time, and remember me! (Sheol h7585)
Aⱨ, tǝⱨtisaraƣa meni yoxurup ⱪoysang idi, Ƣǝziping ɵtüp kǝtküqǝ meni mǝhpiy saⱪlap ⱪoysang idi, Meni esinggǝ alidiƣan bir waⱪit-saǝtni manga bekitip bǝrsǝng idi! (Sheol h7585)
14 If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my warfare I would wait till my release should come.
Adǝm ɵlsǝ, ⱪayta yaxamdu? Xundaⱪ bolsa manga xundaⱪ ɵzgirix waⱪti kǝlgüqǝ, Muxu japaƣa tolƣan künlirim ɵtküqǝ, sǝwr-taⱪǝt bilǝn kütǝttim!
15 Thou would call, and I would answer thee. Thou would have a desire to the work of thy hands.
Xundaⱪ bolsa Sǝn meni qaⱪirsang, jawab berǝttim; Sǝn Ɵz ⱪolung bilǝn yaratⱪiningƣa ümid-arzuyung bolatti.
16 But now thou number my steps. Do thou not watch over my sin?
Biraⱪ Sǝn ⱨazir ⱨǝrbir dǝssigǝn ⱪǝdǝmlirimni sanap, Gunaⱨimni kɵzitiwatisǝnƣu!
17 My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and thou fasten up my iniquity.
Itaǝtsizlikim haltiƣa selinip peqǝtlǝndi, Gunaⱨlirimni dɵwǝ-dɵwǝ ⱪilip saⱪlap ⱪoydung.
18 But the falling mountain comes to nothing, and the rock is removed out of its place.
Dǝrwǝⱪǝ taƣmu yimirilip yoⱪalƣandǝk, Tax ɵz ornidin tǝwrinip kǝtkǝndǝk,
19 The waters wear the stones. The overflowings of it wash away the dust of the earth. So thou destroy the hope of man.
Sular tax-xeƣillarni upritip yoⱪatⱪandǝk, Topanlar zemindiki topini süpürüp kǝtkǝndǝk, Sǝn adǝmning ümidini yoⱪ ⱪilisǝn.
20 Thou prevail forever against him, and he passes. Thou change his countenance, and send him away.
Sǝn mǝnggügǝ uning üstidin ƣalib kelisǝn, Xunga u dunyadin ketidu; uning qirayini tutuldurisǝn, Uni Ɵz yeningdin yiraⱪ ⱪilisǝn.
21 His sons come to honor, and he does not know it, and they are brought low, but he does not perceive it of them.
Uning oƣulliri ⱨɵrmǝtkǝ erixidu, biraⱪ u buni bilmǝydu; Ular pǝs ⱪilinsimu, Biraⱪ uning bulardinmu hǝwiri bolmaydu.
22 But his flesh upon him has pain, and his soul within him mourns.
U [pǝⱪǝt] ɵz tenidiki aƣriⱪidinla azablinidu, U kɵnglidǝ ɵzi üqünla ⱨǝsrǝt-nadamǝt qekidu.
