Job 16
1 Then Job answered:
Andin Ayup jawaben mundaq dédi: —
2 “I have heard many things like these; miserable comforters are you all.
Men mushundaq geplerni köp anglighanmen; Siler hemminglar azab yetküzidighan ajayib teselli bergüchi ikensiler-he!
3 Is there no end to your long-winded speeches? What provokes you to continue testifying?
Mundaq watildap qilghan gepliringlarning chéki barmu? Silerge mundaq jawab bérishke zadi néme qutratquluq qildi?
4 I could also speak like you if you were in my place; I could heap up words against you and shake my head at you.
Xalisamla özüm silerge oxshash söz qilalayttim; Siler méning ornumda bolidighan bolsanglar, Menmu sözlerni baghlashturup éytip, silerge zerbe qilalaytim, Béshimnimu silerge qaritip chayqiyalayttim!
5 But I would encourage you with my mouth, and the consolation of my lips would bring relief.
Halbuki, men eksiche aghzim bilen silerni righbetlendürettim, Lewlirimning tesellisi silerge dora-derman bolatti.
6 Even if I speak, my pain is not relieved, and if I hold back, how will it go away?
Lékin méning sözlishim bilen azabim azaymaydu; Yaki gépimni ichimge yutuwalisammu, manga néme aramchiliq bolsun?
7 Surely He has now exhausted me; You have devastated all my family.
Biraq U méni halsizlandürüwetti; Shundaq, Sen pütkül ailemni weyran qiliwetting!
8 You have bound me, and it has become a witness; my frailty rises up and testifies against me.
Sen méni qamalliding! Shuning bilen [ehwalim manga] guwahliq qilmaqta; Méning oruq-qaqshal [bedinim] ornidin turup özümni eyiblep guwahliq qilidu!
9 His anger has torn me and opposed me; He gnashes His teeth at me. My adversary pierces me with His eyes.
Uning ghezipi méni titma qilip, Méni ow oljisi qilidu; U manga qarap chishini ghuchurlitidu; Méning düshminimdek közini alayitip manga tikidu.
10 They open their mouths against me and strike my cheeks with contempt; they join together against me.
[Ademler] manga qarap [mazaq qiliship] aghzini achidu; Ular nepret bilen mengzimge kachatlaydu; Manga hujum qilay dep sep tüzidu.
11 God has delivered me to unjust men; He has thrown me to the clutches of the wicked.
Xuda méni eskilerge tapshurghan; Méni rezillerning qoligha tashliwetkeniken.
12 I was at ease, but He shattered me; He seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has set me up as His target;
Eslide men tinch-amanliqta turattim, biraq u méni pachaqlidi; U boynumdin silkip bitchit qiliwetti, Méni Öz nishani qilghaniken.
13 His archers surround me. He pierces my kidneys without mercy and spills my gall on the ground.
Uning oqyachiliri méni qapsiwaldi; Héch ayimay U üchey-baghrimni yirtip, Ötümni yerge töküwetti.
14 He breaks me with wound upon wound; He rushes me like a mighty warrior.
U u yer-bu yérimge üsti-üstilep zexim qilip bösüp kiridu; U palwandek manga qarap étilidu.
15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin; I have buried my horn in the dust.
Téremning üstige böz rext tikip qoydum; Öz izzet-hörmitimni topa-changgha sélip qoydum.
16 My face is red with weeping, and deep shadows ring my eyes;
Gerche qolumda héchqandaq zorawanliq bolmisimu, Duayim chin dilimdin bolghan bolsimu, Yüzüm yigha-zaridin qizirip ketti; Qapaqlirimni ölüm sayisi basti.
17 yet my hands are free of violence and my prayer is pure.
18 O earth, do not cover my blood; may my cry for help never be laid to rest.
Ah, yer-zémin, qénimni yapmighin! Nale-peryadim toxtaydighan’gha jay bolmighay!
19 Even now my witness is in heaven, and my advocate is on high.
Biraq mana, asmanlarda hazirmu manga shahit Bolghuchi bar! Ershlerde manga kapalet Bolghuchi bar!
20 My friends are my scoffers as my eyes pour out tears to God.
Öz dostlirim méni mazaq qilghini bilen, Biraq közüm téxiche Tengrige yash tökmekte.
21 Oh, that a man might plead with God as he pleads with his neighbor!
Ah, insan balisi dosti üchün kélishtürgüchi bolghandek, Tengri bilen adem otturisidimu kélishtürgüchi bolsidi!
22 For when only a few years are past I will go the way of no return.
Chünki yene birnechche yil ötüshi bilenla, Men barsa qaytmas yolda méngip qalimen.
