Job 30
1 But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
— «Biraq hazir bolsa, yashlar méni mazaq qilidu, Ularning dadilirini hetta padamni baqidighan itlar bilen bille ishleshke yol qoyushnimu yaman körettim.
2 Yea, the strength of their hands, to what should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
Ularning maghduri ketkendin kéyin, Qolidiki küch manga néme payda yetküzelisun?
3 They are gaunt with want and famine. They gnaw the dry ground in the gloom of waste and desolation.
Yoqsuzluq hem achliqtin yiglep ketken, Ular uzundin buyan chölderep ketken desht-bayawanda quruq yerni ghajaydu.
4 They pluck mallows by the bushes, and the roots of the juniper are their food.
Ular emen-shiwaqni chatqallar arisidin yulidu, Shumbuyining yiltizlirinimu térip özlirige nan qilidu.
5 They are driven forth from the midst of men. They cry out after them as after a thief,
Ular el-yurtlardin heydiwétilgen bolidu, Kishiler ularni körüpla oghrini körgendek warqirap tillaydu.
6 so that they dwell in frightful valleys, in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
Shuning bilen ular sürlük jilghilarda qonup, Tashlar arisida, gharlar ichide yashashqa mejbur bolidu.
7 Among the bushes they bray, under the nettles they are gathered together.
Chatqalliq arisida ular hangrap kétidu, Tikenler astida ular dügdiyip olturishidu;
8 They are sons of fools, yea, sons of base men. They were scourged out of the land.
Nadanlarning, nam-abruyisizlarning baliliri, Ular zémindin sürtoqay heydiwétilgen.
9 And now I have become their song, Yea, I am a byword to them.
Men hazir bolsam bularning hejwiy naxshisi, Hetta söz-chöchikining destiki bolup qaldim!
10 They abhor me. They stand aloof from me, and do not spare to spit in my face.
Ular mendin nepretlinip, Mendin yiraq turup, Yüzümge tükürüshtinmu yanmaydu.
11 For he has loosed his cord, and afflicted me. And they have cast off the bridle before me.
Chünki [Xuda] méning hayat rishtimni üzüp, méni japagha chömdürgen, Shuning bilen shu ademler aldimda tizginlirini éliwetken.
12 Upon my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, and they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
Ong yénimda bir top chüprende yashlar ornidin turup, Ular putumni turghan yéridin ittiriwetmekchi, Ular sépilimgha hujum pelempeylirini kötürüp turidu;
13 They mar my path. They set forward my calamity, even men who have no helper.
Ular yolumni buzuwétidu, Ularning héch yölenchüki bolmisimu, Halakitimni ilgiri sürmekte.
14 As through a wide breach they come. In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me.
Ular sépilning keng bösük jayidin bösüp kirgendek kirishidu; Weyranilikimdin paydilinip chong tashlardek domilap kirishidu.
15 Terrors are turned upon me. They chase my honor as the wind, and my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
Wehimiler burulup méni öz nishani qilghan; Shuning bilen hörmitim shamal ötüp yoq bolghandek heydiwétildi, Awatchiliqimmu bulut ötüp ketkendek ötüp ketti.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
Hazir bolsa jénim qachidin tökülüp ketkendek; Azabliq künler méni tutuwaldi.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
Kéchiler bolsa, manga söngeklirimgiche sanjimaqta; Aghriqlirim méni chishlep dem almaydu.
18 By the great force my garment is disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
[Aghriqlar] zor küchi bilen manga kiyim-kéchikimdek boldi; Ular könglikimning yaqisidek manga chaplishiwaldi.
19 He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
Xuda méni sazliqqa tashliwetken, Men topa-changgha we külge oxshash bolup qaldim.
20 I cry to thee, and thou do not answer me. I stand up, and thou gaze at me.
Men Sanga nale-peryad kötürmektimen, Biraq Sen manga jawab bermeysen; Men ornumdin tursam, Sen peqetla manga qarapla qoyisen.
21 Thou have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of thy hand thou persecute me.
Sen özgirip manga bir zalim boldung; Qolungning küchi bilen manga zerbe qiliwatisen;
22 Thou lift me up to the wind. Thou cause me to ride upon it, and thou disintegrate me in the storm.
Sen méni kötürüp Shamalgha mindürgensen; Boran-chapqunda teelluqatimni yoq qiliwetkensen.
23 For I know that thou will bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
Chünki Sen méni axirida ölümge, Yeni barliq hayat igilirining «yighilish öyi»ge keltürüwatisen.
24 However does not a man stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
U halak qilghan waqtida kishiler nale-peryad kötürsimu, U qolini uzatqanda, duaning derweqe héchqandaq netijisi yoq;
25 Did I not weep for him who was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
Men künliri tes kishi üchün yighlap [dua qilghan] emesmu? Namratlar üchün jénim azablanmidimu?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came. And when I waited for light, there came darkness.
Men özüm yaxshiliq kütüp yürginim bilen, yamanliq kélip qaldi; Nur kütkinim bilen, qarangghuluq keldi.
27 My heart is troubled, and does not rest. Days of affliction have come upon me.
Ichim qazandek qaynap, aramliq tapmaywatidu; Azabliq künler manga yüzlendi.
28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
Men quyash nurini körmeymu qaridap yürmektimen; Xalayiq arisida men ornumdin turup, nale-peryad kötürimen.
29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
Men chilbörilerge qérindash bolup qaldim, Huwqushlarning hemrahi boldum.
30 My skin is black, and falls from me. And my bones are burned with heat.
Térem qariyip mendin ajrap kétiwatidu, Söngeklirim qiziqtin köyüp kétiwatidu.
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
Chiltarimdin matem mersiyesi chiqidu, Néyimning awazi haza tutquchilarning yighisigha aylinip qaldi».
