Job 3
1 After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed his day.
[Yette kündin] kéyin, Ayup éghiz échip [ehwaligha qarita] özining körüwatqan künige lenet oqup mundaq dédi: —
2 And Job answered and said,
3 Let the day perish in which I was born, and the night which said, There is a man-child conceived.
«Men tughulghan ashu kün bolmighan bolsa boptiken! «Oghul bala apiride boldi!» déyilgen shu kéche bolmighan bolsa boptiken!
4 Let that day be darkness. Let not God from above seek for it, nor let the light shine upon it.
Shu künni zulmet qaplighan bolsa boptiken! Ershte turghan Tengri köz aldidin shu künni yoqitiwetken bolsa boptiken, Quyash nuri uning üstige chüshürülmise boptiken!
5 Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. Let a cloud dwell upon it. Let blackness come upon it.
Shu künni qarangghuluq hem ölümning kölenggisi öz qoynigha alsa boptiken! Bulutlar uni yutup ketse boptiken, Shu künni kün qarangghulatquchilar qorqitip ketküziwetken bolsa boptiken!
6 As for that night, let thick darkness seize upon it. Let it not rejoice among the days of the year. Let it not come into the number of the months.
Shu kechni — Zulmet tutup ketse boptiken; Shu kün yil ichidiki [bashqa] künler bilen bille shatlanmisa boptiken! Shu kün ayning bir küni bolup sanalmisa boptiken!
7 Lo, let that night be barren. Let no joyful voice come in it.
Mana, shu kéchide tughut bolmisa boptiken! U kéchide héchqandaq shad-xuramliq awaz yangrimisa boptiken!
8 Let them curse it who curse the day, who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
Künlerge lenet qilghuchilar shu kün’ge lenet qilsa boptiken! Léwiatanni qozghashqa pétinalaydighanlar shu kün’ge lenet qilsa boptiken!
9 Let the stars of the twilight of it be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, nor let it behold the eyelids of the morning.
Shu kün tang seherdiki yultuzlar qarangghulashsa boptiken! U kün quyash nurini bihude kütse boptiken! Shu kün sübhining qapaqlirining échilishini bihude kütse boptiken!
10 Because it did not shut up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hide trouble from my eyes.
Chünki shu kün méni kötürgen baliyatquning ishiklirini etmigen, Méning közlirimni derd-elemni körelmes qilmighan.
11 Why did I not die from the womb? Why did I not give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
Ah, némishqa anamning qorsiqidin chüshüpla ölüp ketmigendimen?! Némishqa qorsaqtin chiqqandila nepestin qalmighandimen?
12 Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
Némishqa méni qobul qilidighan étekler bolghandu? Némishqa méni émitidighan emchekler bolghandu?
13 For now I should have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept. Then I would have been at rest
Mushular bolmighan bolsa, undaqta men menggü tinch yétip qalattim, Menggülük uyqugha ketken bolattim, shu chaghda aram tapqan bolattim.
14 with kings and counselors of the earth, who built waste places for themselves,
Shu chaghda özliri üchünla xilwet jaylargha mazar salghan yer yüzidiki padishahlar hem meslihetchiler bilen,
15 or with rulers who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.
Yaki altun yighqan, Öyliri kümüshke tolghan beg-shahzadiler bilen bolattim;
16 Or I should have been as a hidden untimely birth, as infants that never saw light.
Qorsaqtin mezgilsiz chüshüp ketken yoshurun balidek, Nurni körmey chachrap ketken balidek hayat kechürmigen bolattim.
17 There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary are at rest.
Ashu yerde reziller awarichiliktin xaliy bolidu, Ashu yerde halidin ketkenler aram tapidu;
18 There the prisoners are at ease together. They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.
Ashu yerde esirler rahette jem bolidu, Ular ezgüchilerning awazini anglimaydu;
19 The small and the great are there. And the servant is free from his master.
Ghériblarmu hem ulughlarmu ashu yerde turidu, Qul bolsa xojayinidin azad bolidu.
20 Why is light given to him who is in misery, and life to the bitter in soul,
Japa tartquchigha néme dep nur bérilidu? Némishqa derd-elemge chömgenlerge hayat bérilidu?
21 who long for death, but it comes not, and dig for it more than for hid treasures,
Ular teshnaliq bilen ölümni kütidu, Biraq u kelmeydu; Ular ölümni yoshurun göherni kézip izdigendinmu ewzel bilidu,
22 who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad when they can find the grave?
Ular görni tapqanda zor xushal bolup, Shad-xuramliqqa chömidu.
23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God has hedged in?
Öz yoli éniqsiz ademge, Yeni Tengrining tosiqi sélin’ghan ademge némishqa [nur we hayat] bérilidu?
24 For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like water.
Shunga tamiqimning ornigha nalilirim kélidu; Méning qattiq peryadlirim sharqiratmidek sharqiraydu.
25 For the thing which I fear comes upon me, and that which I am afraid of comes to me.
Chünki men del qorqqan wehshet öz béshimgha chüshti; Men del qorqidighan ish manga keldi.
26 I am not at ease, nor am I quiet, neither have I rest, but trouble comes.
Mende héch aramliq yoqtur! Hem héch xatirjem emesmen! Héch tinch-amanliqim yoqtur! Biraq parakendichilik haman üstümge chüshmekte!».
