Job 27
1 And Job again took up his discourse, and said,
Ayup bayanini dawamlaxturup mundaⱪ dedi: —
2 As God lives, who has taken away my right, and the Almighty, who has vexed my soul.
«Mening ⱨǝⱪⱪimni tartiwalƣan Tǝngrining ⱨayati bilǝn, Jenimni aƣritⱪan Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadirning ⱨǝⱪⱪi bilǝn ⱪǝsǝm ⱪilimǝnki,
3 (For my life is yet whole in me. And the spirit of God is in my nostrils.)
Tenimdǝ nǝpǝs bolsila, Tǝngrining bǝrgǝn Roⱨi dimiƣimda tursila,
4 Surely my lips shall not speak unrighteousness, nor shall my tongue utter deceit.
Lǝwlirimdin ⱨǝⱪⱪaniysiz sɵzlǝr qiⱪmaydu, Tilim aldamqiliⱪ bilǝn ⱨeq xiwirlimaydu!
5 Far be it from me that I should justify you. Till I die I will not put away my integrity from me.
Silǝrningkini toƣra deyix mǝndin yiraⱪ tursun! Jenim qiⱪⱪanƣa ⱪǝdǝr durusluⱪumni ɵzümdin ayrimaymǝn!
6 I hold fast my righteousness, and will not let it go. My heart shall not reproach me so long as I live.
Adilliⱪimni qing tutuwerimǝn, uni ⱪoyup bǝrmǝymǝn, Wijdanim yaxiƣan ⱨeqbir künümdǝ meni ǝyiblimisun!
7 Let my enemy be as the wicked, and let him who rises up against me be as the unrighteous.
Mening düxminim rǝzillǝrgǝ ohxax bolsun, Manga ⱪarxi qiⱪⱪanlar ⱨǝⱪⱪaniysiz dǝp ⱪaralsun.
8 For what is the hope of the profane, though he gets him gain, when God takes away his soul?
Qünki Tǝngri iplas adǝmni üzüp taxliƣanda, Uning jenini alƣanda, Uning yǝnǝ nemǝ ümidi ⱪalar?
9 Will God hear his cry when trouble comes upon him?
Balayi’apǝt uni besip qüxkǝndǝ, Tǝngri uning nalǝ-pǝryadini anglamdu?
10 Will he delight himself in the Almighty, and call upon God at all times?
U Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadirdin sɵyünǝmdu? U ⱨǝrdaim Tǝngrigǝ iltija ⱪilalamdu?
11 I will teach you concerning the hand of God. That which is with the Almighty I will not conceal.
Mǝn Tǝngrining ⱪolining ⱪilƣanliri toƣrisida silǝrgǝ mǝlumat berǝy; Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadirda nemǝ barliⱪini yoxurup yürmǝymǝn.
12 Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it. Why then have ye become altogether vain?
Mana silǝr alliburun bularni kɵrüp qiⱪtinglar; Silǝr nemixⱪa axundaⱪ pütünlǝy ⱪuruⱪ hiyalliⱪ bolup ⱪaldinglar?
13 This is the portion of a wicked man with God, and the heritage of oppressors, which they receive from the Almighty.
Rǝzil adǝmlǝrning Tǝngri bekitkǝn aⱪiwiti xundaⱪki, Zorawanlarning Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadirdin alidiƣan nesiwisi xundaⱪki: —
14 If his sons be multiplied, it is for the sword. And his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.
Uning baliliri kɵpǝysǝ, ⱪiliqlinix üqünla kɵpiyidu; Uning pǝrzǝntlirining neni yetixmǝydu.
15 Those who remain of him shall be buried in death, and his widows shall make no lamentation.
Uning ɵzidin keyin ⱪalƣan adǝmliri ɵlüm bilǝn biwasitǝ dǝpnǝ ⱪilinidu, Buning bilǝn ⱪalƣan tul hotunliri matǝm tutmaydu.
16 Though he heaps up silver as the dust, and prepares raiment as the clay,
U kümüxlǝrni topa-qangdǝk yiƣip dɵwilisimu, Kiyim-keqǝklǝrni laydǝk kɵp yiƣsimu,
17 he may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, and the innocent shall divide the silver.
Bularning ⱨǝmmisini tǝyyarlisimu, Biraⱪ kiyimlǝrni ⱨǝⱪⱪaniylar kiyidu; Bigunaⱨlarmu kümüxlǝrni bɵlüxidu.
18 He builds his house as the moth, and as a booth which the keeper makes.
Uning yasiƣan ɵyi pǝrwanining ƣozisidǝk, Üzümzarning kɵzǝtqisi ɵzigǝ salƣan kǝpidǝk box bolidu.
19 He lies down rich, but he shall not be gathered to his fathers. He opens his eyes, and he is not.
U bay bolup yetip dǝm alƣini bilǝn, Biraⱪ ǝng ahirⱪi ⱪetim keliduki, Kɵzini aqⱪanda, ǝmdi tügǝxtim dǝydu.
20 Terrors overtake him like waters. A tempest steals him away in the night.
Wǝⱨimilǝr kǝlkündǝk bexiƣa kelidu; Kǝqtǝ ⱪara ⱪuyun uni qanggiliƣa alidu.
21 The east wind carries him away, and he departs, and it sweeps him out of his place.
Xǝrⱪ xamili uni uqurup ketidu; Xiddǝt bilǝn uni ornidin elip yiraⱪⱪa etip taxlaydu.
22 For God shall hurl at him, and not spare. He would gladly flee out of his hand.
Boran uni ⱨeq ayimay, bexiƣa urulidu; U uning qanggilidin ⱪutulux üqün ⱨǝ dǝp urunidu;
23 Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.
Biraⱪ [xamal] uningƣa ⱪarap qawak qalidu, Uni ornidin «ux-ux» ⱪilip ⱪoƣliwetidu».
