Job 6
1 Then Job answered and said,
Ayup jawaben mundaq dédi: —
2 O that my grief were but weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!
«Ah, méning derdlik zarlirim tarazida ölchense! Ah, béshimgha chüshken barliq balayi’qaza bular bilen bille tarazilansa!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas. Therefore my words have been rash.
Shundaq qilinsa u hazir déngizdiki qumdin éghir bolup chiqidu; Shuning üchün sözlirim telwilerche boluwatidu.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison of which my spirit drinks up. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
Chünki Hemmige Qadirning oqliri manga sanjilip ichimde turuwatidu, Ularning zehirini rohim ichmekte, Tengrining wehimiliri manga qarshi sep tüzüp hujum qiliwatidu.
5 Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass? Or the ox moo over his fodder?
Yawa éshek ot-chöp tapqanda hangramdu? Kala bolsa yem-xeshek üstide möremdu?
6 Can that which has no savor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
Tuz bolmisa temsiz nersini yégili bolamdu? Xam tuxumning éqining temi barmu?
7 My soul refuses to touch them. They are as loathsome food to me.
Jénim ulargha tegsimu seskinip kétidu, Ular manga yirginchlik tamaq bolup tuyulidu.
8 O that I might have my request, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
Ah, méning teshna bolghinim kelsidi! Tengri intizarimni ijabet qilsidi!
9 Even that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
Ah, Tengri méni yanjip tashlisun! U qolini qoyuwétip jénimni üzüp tashlashqa muwapiq körsidi!
10 And be it still my consolation, yea, let me exult (in pain that does not spare), that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
Shundaq bolsa, manga teselli bolatti, Hetta rehimsiz aghriqlarda qiynalsammu, shadlinattim; Chünki Muqeddes Bolghuchining sözliridin tanmighan bolattim!
11 What is my strength that I should wait? And what is my end that I should be patient?
Mende ölümni kütküdek yene qanchilik maghdur qaldi? Méning sewr-taqetlik bolup hayatimni uzartishimning néme netijisi bolar?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
Méning küchüm tashtek chingmu? Méning etlirim mistin yasalghanmidi?
13 Is it not that I have no help in me, and that wisdom is driven quite from me?
Özümge yardem bergüdek maghdurum qalmidi emesmu? Herqandaq eqil-tedbir mendin qoghliwétilgen emesmu?
14 To him who is ready to faint, kindness should be from his friend, even to him who forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
Ümidsizlinip kétiwatqan kishige dosti méhribanliq körsetmiki zörürdur; Bolmisa u Hemmige qadirdin qorqushtin waz kéchishi mumkin.
15 My brothers have dealt deceitfully as a brook, as the channel of brooks that pass away,
Biraq buraderlirim waqitliq «aldamchi ériq» süyidek, Manga héligerlik bilen muamile qilmaqta; Ular suliri éqip tügigen ériqqa oxshaydu.
16 which are black because of the ice, in which the snow hides itself.
Érigen muz suliri ériqqa kirgende ular qaridap kétidu, Qarlar ularning ichide yoqilip kétidu,
17 What time they grow warm, they vanish. When it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
Ular pesilning illishi bilen qurup kétidu; Hawa issip ketkende, izidin yoqilip kétidu.
18 The caravans that travel by the way of them turn aside. They go up into the waste, and perish.
Seperdashlar mangghan yolidin chiqip, ériqqa burulidu; Ular ériqni boylap méngip, chölde ézip ölidu.
19 The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.
Témaliq karwanlarmu ériq izdep mangdi; Shébaliq sodigerlermu ulargha ümid bilen qaridi;
20 They were put to shame because they had hoped. They came there, and were confounded.
Biraq ular ishen’ginidin ümidsizlinip nomusta qaldi; Ular ashu yerge kélishi bilen parakendichilikke uchridi.
21 For now ye are nothing. Ye see a terror, and are afraid.
Mana siler ulargha oxshash [manga tayini] yoq bolup qaldinglar; Siler qorqunchluq bir wehimini körüpla qorqup kétiwatisiler.
22 Did I say, Give to me? Or, Offer a present for me from your substance?
Men silerge: «Manga béringlar», Yaki: «Manga mal-mülükliringlardin hediye qilinglar?» — dégenni qachan dep baqqan?
23 Or, Deliver me from the adversary's hand? Or, Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors?
Yaki: «Méni ézitquchining qolidin qutquzunglar!» Yaki «Zorawanlarning qolidin görüge pul bersenglar!» dep baqqanmu?
24 Teach me, and I will be quiet. And cause me to understand how I have erred.
Manga ögitip qoyunglar, süküt qilimen; Nede yoldin chiqqanliqimni manga körsitip béringlar.
25 How forcible are words of uprightness! But your reproof, what does it reprove?
Toghra sözler némidégen ötkür-he! Biraq eyibliringlar zadi némini ispatliyalaydu?!
26 Do ye think to reprove words, seeing that the speeches of a man who is desperate are as wind?
Ümidsizlen’gen kishining gepliri ötüp kétidighan shamaldek tursa, Peqet sözlernila eyiblimekchimusiler?
27 Yea, ye would cast lots upon the fatherless, and make merchandise of your friend.
Siler yétim-yésirlarning üstide chek tashlishisiler! Dost-buradiringlar üstide sodilishisiler!
28 Now therefore be pleased to look upon me, for truly I shall not lie to your face.
Emdi manga yüz turane qarap béqinglar; Aldinglardila yalghan söz qilalamdim?
29 Return, I pray you, let there be no injustice. Yea, return again, my cause is righteous.
Ötünimen, boldi qilinglar, gunah bolmisun; Rast, qaytidin oylap béqinglar, Chünki özümning toghriliqim [tarazida] turidu.
30 Is there injustice on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern mischievous things?
Tilimda xataliq barmu? Tilim yamanliqni zadi tétiyalmasmu?
