Job 3
1 After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed his day.
[Yǝttǝ kündin] keyin, Ayup eƣiz eqip [ǝⱨwaliƣa ⱪarita] ɵzining kɵrüwatⱪan künigǝ lǝnǝt oⱪup mundaⱪ dedi: —
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.
«Mǝn tuƣulƣan axu kün bolmiƣan bolsa boptikǝn! «Oƣul bala apiridǝ boldi!» deyilgǝn xu keqǝ bolmiƣan bolsa boptikǝn!
4 Let that day be darkness. Let not God from above seek for it, nor let the light shine upon it.
Xu künni zulmǝt ⱪapliƣan bolsa boptikǝn! Ərxtǝ turƣan Tǝngri kɵz aldidin xu künni yoⱪitiwǝtkǝn bolsa boptikǝn, Ⱪuyax nuri uning üstigǝ qüxürülmisǝ boptikǝn!
5 Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. Let a cloud dwell upon it. Let blackness come upon it.
Xu künni ⱪarangƣuluⱪ ⱨǝm ɵlümning kɵlǝnggisi ɵz ⱪoyniƣa alsa boptikǝn! Bulutlar uni yutup kǝtsǝ boptikǝn, Xu künni kün ⱪarangƣulatⱪuqilar ⱪorⱪitip kǝtküziwǝtkǝn bolsa boptikǝn!
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.
Xu kǝqni — Zulmǝt tutup kǝtsǝ boptikǝn; Xu kün yil iqidiki [baxⱪa] künlǝr bilǝn billǝ xatlanmisa boptikǝn! Xu kün ayning bir küni bolup sanalmisa boptikǝn!
7 Lo, let that night be barren. Let no joyful voice come in it.
Mana, xu keqidǝ tuƣut bolmisa boptikǝn! U keqidǝ ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ xad-huramliⱪ awaz yangrimisa boptikǝn!
8 Let them curse it who curse the day, who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
Künlǝrgǝ lǝnǝt ⱪilƣuqilar xu küngǝ lǝnǝt ⱪilsa boptikǝn! Lewiatanni ⱪozƣaxⱪa petinalaydiƣanlar xu küngǝ lǝnǝt ⱪilsa boptikǝn!
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.
Xu kün tang sǝⱨǝrdiki yultuzlar ⱪarangƣulaxsa boptikǝn! U kün ⱪuyax nurini biⱨudǝ kütsǝ boptikǝn! Xu kün sübⱨining ⱪapaⱪlirining eqilixini biⱨudǝ kütsǝ boptikǝn!
10 Because it did not shut up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hide trouble from my eyes.
Qünki xu kün meni kɵtürgǝn baliyatⱪuning ixiklirini ǝtmigǝn, Mening kɵzlirimni dǝrd-ǝlǝmni kɵrǝlmǝs ⱪilmiƣan.
11 Why did I not die from the womb? Why did I not give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
Aⱨ, nemixⱪa anamning ⱪorsiⱪidin qüxüpla ɵlüp kǝtmigǝndimǝn?! Nemixⱪa ⱪorsaⱪtin qiⱪⱪandila nǝpǝstin ⱪalmiƣandimǝn?
12 Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
Nemixⱪa meni ⱪobul ⱪilidiƣan etǝklǝr bolƣandu? Nemixⱪa meni emitidiƣan ǝmqǝklǝr bolƣandu?
13 For now I should have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept. Then I would have been at rest
Muxular bolmiƣan bolsa, undaⱪta mǝn mǝnggü tinq yetip ⱪalattim, Mǝnggülük uyⱪuƣa kǝtkǝn bolattim, xu qaƣda aram tapⱪan bolattim.
14 with kings and counselors of the earth, who built waste places for themselves,
Xu qaƣda ɵzliri üqünla hilwǝt jaylarƣa mazar salƣan yǝr yüzidiki padixaⱨlar ⱨǝm mǝsliⱨǝtqilǝr bilǝn,
15 or with rulers who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.
Yaki altun yiƣⱪan, Ɵyliri kümüxkǝ tolƣan bǝg-xaⱨzadilǝr bilǝn bolattim;
16 Or I should have been as a hidden untimely birth, as infants that never saw light.
Ⱪorsaⱪtin mǝzgilsiz qüxüp kǝtkǝn yoxurun balidǝk, Nurni kɵrmǝy qaqrap kǝtkǝn balidǝk ⱨayat kǝqürmigǝn bolattim.
17 There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary are at rest.
Axu yǝrdǝ rǝzillǝr awariqiliktin haliy bolidu, Axu yǝrdǝ ⱨalidin kǝtkǝnlǝr aram tapidu;
18 There the prisoners are at ease together. They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.
Axu yǝrdǝ ǝsirlǝr raⱨǝttǝ jǝm bolidu, Ular ǝzgüqilǝrning awazini anglimaydu;
19 The small and the great are there. And the servant is free from his master.
Ƣeriblarmu ⱨǝm uluƣlarmu axu yǝrdǝ turidu, Ⱪul bolsa hojayinidin azad bolidu.
20 Why is light given to him who is in misery, and life to the bitter in soul,
Japa tartⱪuqiƣa nemǝ dǝp nur berilidu? Nemixⱪa dǝrd-ǝlǝmgǝ qɵmgǝnlǝrgǝ ⱨayat berilidu?
21 who long for death, but it comes not, and dig for it more than for hid treasures,
Ular tǝxnaliⱪ bilǝn ɵlümni kütidu, Biraⱪ u kǝlmǝydu; Ular ɵlümni yoxurun gɵⱨǝrni kezip izdigǝndinmu ǝwzǝl bilidu,
22 who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad when they can find the grave?
Ular gɵrni tapⱪanda zor huxal bolup, Xad-huramliⱪⱪa qɵmidu.
23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God has hedged in?
Ɵz yoli eniⱪsiz adǝmgǝ, Yǝni Tǝngrining tosiⱪi selinƣan adǝmgǝ nemixⱪa [nur wǝ ⱨayat] berilidu?
24 For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like water.
Xunga tamiⱪimning orniƣa nalilirim kelidu; Mening ⱪattiⱪ pǝryadlirim xarⱪiratmidǝk xarⱪiraydu.
25 For the thing which I fear comes upon me, and that which I am afraid of comes to me.
Qünki mǝn dǝl ⱪorⱪⱪan wǝⱨxǝt ɵz beximƣa qüxti; Mǝn dǝl ⱪorⱪidiƣan ix manga kǝldi.
26 I am not at ease, nor am I quiet, neither have I rest, but trouble comes.
Mǝndǝ ⱨeq aramliⱪ yoⱪtur! Ⱨǝm ⱨeq hatirjǝm ǝmǝsmǝn! Ⱨeq tinq-amanliⱪim yoⱪtur! Biraⱪ parakǝndiqilik ⱨaman üstümgǝ qüxmǝktǝ!».
