Ecclesiastes 6
1 There is another evil I have seen under the sun, and it weighs heavily upon mankind:
Ⱪuyax astida bir yaman ixni kɵrdum; u ix adǝmlǝr arisida kɵp kɵrülidu —
2 God gives a man riches, wealth, and honor, so that he lacks nothing his heart desires; but God does not allow him to enjoy them. Instead, a stranger will enjoy them. This is futile and a grievous affliction.
Huda birsigǝ bayliⱪlar, mal-dunya wǝ izzǝt-ⱨɵrmǝt tǝⱪsim ⱪildi, xuning bilǝn uning ɵz kɵngli haliƣinidin ⱨeqnǝrsisi kǝm bolmidi; biraⱪ Huda uningƣa bulardin ⱨuzur elixⱪa muyǝssǝr ⱪilmidi, bǝlki yat bir adǝm ulardin ⱨuzur alidu; mana bu bimǝnilik wǝ eƣir azabtur.
3 A man may father a hundred children and live for many years; yet no matter how long he lives, if he is unsatisfied with his prosperity and does not even receive a proper burial, I say that a stillborn child is better off than he.
Birsi yüz bala kɵrüp kɵp yil yaxixi mumkin; biraⱪ uning yil-künliri xunqilik kɵp bolsimu, uning jeni bǝhtni kɵrmisǝ, ⱨǝtta gɵrni kɵrmigǝn bolsimu, tuƣulup qaqrap kǝtkǝn bowaⱪ uningdin ǝwzǝldur dǝymǝn.
4 For a stillborn child enters in futility and departs in darkness, and his name is shrouded in obscurity.
Qünki qaqriƣan bala bimǝnilik bilǝn kelidu, ⱪarangƣuluⱪta ketidu, ⱪarangƣuluⱪ uning ismini ⱪaplaydu;
5 The child, though neither seeing the sun nor knowing anything, has more rest than that man,
U künnimu kɵrmigǝn, bilmigǝn; biraⱪ ⱨeq bolmiƣanda u birinqisigǝ nisbǝtǝn aram tapⱪandur.
6 even if he lives a thousand years twice over but fails to enjoy his prosperity. Do not all go to the same place?
Bǝrⱨǝⱪ, ⱨeliⱪi kixi ⱨǝtta ikki ⱨǝssǝ ming yil yaxiƣan bolsimu, biraⱪ bǝhtni kɵrmisǝ, ǝⱨwali ohxaxtur — ⱨǝrbir kixi ohxax bir jayƣa baridu ǝmǝsmu?
7 All a man’s labor is for his mouth, yet his appetite is never satisfied.
Adǝmning tartⱪan barliⱪ japasi ɵz aƣzi üqündur; biraⱪ uning ixtiⱨasi ⱨǝrgiz ⱪanmaydu.
8 What advantage, then, has the wise man over the fool? What gain comes to the poor man who knows how to conduct himself before others?
Xundaⱪta dana kixining ǝhmǝⱪtin nemǝ artuⱪqiliⱪi bolsun? Namrat kixi baxⱪilar aldida ⱪandaⱪ mengixni bilgǝn bolsimu, uning nemǝ paydisi bolsun?
9 Better what the eye can see than the wandering of desire. This too is futile and a pursuit of the wind.
Kɵzning kɵrüxi arzu-ⱨǝwǝsning uyan-buyan yürüxidin ǝwzǝldur. Bundaⱪ ⱪilixmu bimǝnilik wǝ xamalni ⱪoƣliƣandǝk ixtur.
10 Whatever exists was named long ago, and what happens to a man is foreknown; but he cannot contend with one stronger than he.
Ɵtüp kǝtkǝn ixlarning bolsa alliⱪaqan nami bekitilip atalƣan; insanning nemǝ ikǝnlikimu ayan bolƣan; xunga insanning ɵzidin ⱪudrǝtlik bolƣuqi bilǝn ⱪarxilixixiƣa bolmaydu.
11 For the more words, the more futility—and how does that profit anyone?
Qünki gǝp ⱪanqǝ kɵp bolsa, bimǝnilik xunqǝ kɵp bolidu; buning insanƣa nemǝ paydisi?
12 For who knows what is good for a man during the few days in which he passes through his fleeting life like a shadow? Who can tell a man what will come after him under the sun?
Qünki insanning ɵmridǝ, yǝni uning sayidǝk tezla ɵtidiƣan mǝnisiz ɵmridiki barliⱪ künliridǝ uningƣa nemining paydiliⱪ ikǝnlikini kim bilsun? Qünki insanƣa u kǝtkǝndin keyin ⱪuyax astida nemǝ ixning bolidiƣanliⱪini kim dǝp berǝlisun?
