Job 6
1 Then Job answered and said,
Ayup jawabǝn mundaⱪ dedi: —
2 O that my grief were but weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!
«Aⱨ, mening dǝrdlik zarlirim tarazida ɵlqǝnsǝ! Aⱨ, beximƣa qüxkǝn barliⱪ bala-ⱪaza bular bilǝn billǝ tarazilansa!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas. Therefore my words have been rash.
Xundaⱪ ⱪilinsa u ⱨazir dengizdiki ⱪumdin eƣir bolup qiⱪidu; Xuning üqün sɵzlirim tǝlwilǝrqǝ 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.
Qünki Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadirning oⱪliri manga sanjilip iqimdǝ turuwatidu, Ularning zǝⱨirini roⱨim iqmǝktǝ, Tǝngrining wǝⱨimiliri manga ⱪarxi sǝp tüzüp ⱨujum ⱪiliwatidu.
5 Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass? Or the ox moo over his fodder?
Yawa exǝk ot-qɵp tapⱪanda ⱨangramdu? Kala bolsa yǝm-hǝxǝk üstidǝ mɵrǝmdu?
6 Can that which has no savor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
Tuz bolmisa tǝmsiz nǝrsini yegili bolamdu? Ham tuhumning eⱪining tǝmi barmu?
7 My soul refuses to touch them. They are as loathsome food to me.
Jenim ularƣa tǝgsimu sǝskinip ketidu, Ular manga yirginqlik tamaⱪ bolup tuyulidu.
8 O that I might have my request, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
Aⱨ, mening tǝxna bolƣinim kǝlsidi! Tǝngri intizarimni ijabǝt ⱪilsidi!
9 Even that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
Aⱨ, Tǝngri meni yanjip taxlisun! U ⱪolini ⱪoyuwetip jenimni üzüp taxlaxⱪa muwapiⱪ kɵrsidi!
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.
Xundaⱪ bolsa, manga tǝsǝlli bolatti, Ⱨǝtta rǝⱨimsiz aƣriⱪlarda ⱪiynalsammu, xadlinattim; Qünki Muⱪǝddǝs Bolƣuqining sɵzliridin tanmiƣan bolattim!
11 What is my strength that I should wait? And what is my end that I should be patient?
Mǝndǝ ɵlümni kütküdǝk yǝnǝ ⱪanqilik maƣdur ⱪaldi? Mening sǝwr-taⱪǝtlik bolup ⱨayatimni uzartiximning nemǝ nǝtijisi bolar?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
Mening küqüm taxtǝk qingmu? Mening ǝtlirim mistin yasalƣanmidi?
13 Is it not that I have no help in me, and that wisdom is driven quite from me?
Ɵzümgǝ yardǝm bǝrgüdǝk maƣdurum ⱪalmidi ǝmǝsmu? Ⱨǝrⱪandaⱪ ǝⱪil-tǝdbir mǝndin ⱪoƣliwetilgǝn ǝmǝsmu?
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 ketiwatⱪan kixigǝ dosti meⱨribanliⱪ kɵrsǝtmiki zɵrürdur; Bolmisa u Ⱨǝmmigǝ ⱪadirdin ⱪorⱪuxtin waz keqixi mumkin.
15 My brothers have dealt deceitfully as a brook, as the channel of brooks that pass away,
Biraⱪ buradǝrlirim waⱪitliⱪ «aldamqi eriⱪ» süyidǝk, Manga ⱨeligǝrlik bilǝn muamilǝ ⱪilmaⱪta; Ular suliri eⱪip tügigǝn eriⱪⱪa ohxaydu.
16 which are black because of the ice, in which the snow hides itself.
Erigǝn muz suliri eriⱪⱪa kirgǝndǝ ular ⱪaridap ketidu, Ⱪarlar ularning iqidǝ yoⱪilip ketidu,
17 What time they grow warm, they vanish. When it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
Ular pǝsilning illixi bilǝn ⱪurup ketidu; Ⱨawa issip kǝtkǝndǝ, izidin yoⱪilip ketidu.
18 The caravans that travel by the way of them turn aside. They go up into the waste, and perish.
Sǝpǝrdaxlar mangƣan yolidin qiⱪip, eriⱪⱪa burulidu; Ular eriⱪni boylap mengip, qɵldǝ ezip ɵlidu.
19 The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.
Temaliⱪ karwanlarmu eriⱪ izdǝp mangdi; Xebaliⱪ sodigǝrlǝrmu ularƣa ümid bilǝn ⱪaridi;
20 They were put to shame because they had hoped. They came there, and were confounded.
Biraⱪ ular ixǝnginidin ümidsizlinip nomusta ⱪaldi; Ular axu yǝrgǝ kelixi bilǝn parakǝndiqilikkǝ uqridi.
21 For now ye are nothing. Ye see a terror, and are afraid.
Mana silǝr ularƣa ohxax [manga tayini] yoⱪ bolup ⱪaldinglar; Silǝr ⱪorⱪunqluⱪ bir wǝⱨimini kɵrüpla ⱪorⱪup ketiwatisilǝr.
22 Did I say, Give to me? Or, Offer a present for me from your substance?
Mǝn silǝrgǝ: «Manga beringlar», Yaki: «Manga mal-mülükliringlardin ⱨǝdiyǝ ⱪilinglar?» — degǝnni ⱪaqan dǝp baⱪⱪan?
23 Or, Deliver me from the adversary's hand? Or, Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors?
Yaki: «Meni ezitⱪuqining ⱪolidin ⱪutⱪuzunglar!» Yaki «Zorawanlarning ⱪolidin gɵrügǝ pul bǝrsǝnglar!» dǝp baⱪⱪanmu?
24 Teach me, and I will be quiet. And cause me to understand how I have erred.
Manga ɵgitip ⱪoyunglar, süküt ⱪilimǝn; Nǝdǝ yoldin qiⱪⱪanliⱪimni manga kɵrsitip beringlar.
25 How forcible are words of uprightness! But your reproof, what does it reprove?
Toƣra sɵzlǝr nemidegǝn ɵtkür-ⱨǝ! Biraⱪ ǝyibliringlar zadi nemini ispatliyalaydu?!
26 Do ye think to reprove words, seeing that the speeches of a man who is desperate are as wind?
Ümidsizlǝngǝn kixining gǝpliri ɵtüp ketidiƣan xamaldǝk tursa, Pǝⱪǝt sɵzlǝrnila ǝyiblimǝkqimusilǝr?
27 Yea, ye would cast lots upon the fatherless, and make merchandise of your friend.
Silǝr yetim-yesirlarning üstidǝ qǝk taxlixisilǝr! Dost-buradiringlar üstidǝ sodilixisilǝr!
28 Now therefore be pleased to look upon me, for truly I shall not lie to your face.
Əmdi manga yüz turanǝ ⱪarap beⱪinglar; Aldinglardila yalƣan sɵz ⱪilalamdim?
29 Return, I pray you, let there be no injustice. Yea, return again, my cause is righteous.
Ɵtünimǝn, boldi ⱪilinglar, gunaⱨ bolmisun; Rast, ⱪaytidin oylap beⱪinglar, Qünki ɵzümning toƣriliⱪim [tarazida] turidu.
30 Is there injustice on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern mischievous things?
Tilimda hataliⱪ barmu? Tilim yamanliⱪni zadi tetiyalmasmu?
