Job 18
1 Then Bildad the Shuhite replied:
Xuhaliⱪ Bildad jawabǝn mundaⱪ dedi: —
2 “How long until you end these speeches? Show some sense, and then we can talk.
Sǝndǝk adǝmlǝr ⱪaqanƣiqǝ mundaⱪ sɵzlǝrni tohtatmaysilǝr? Silǝr obdan oylap beⱪinglar, andin biz sɵz ⱪilimiz.
3 Why are we regarded as cattle, as stupid in your sight?
Biz nemixⱪa silǝrning aldinglarda ⱨaywanlar ⱨesablinimiz? Nemixⱪa aldinglarda ǝhmǝⱪ tonulimiz?
4 You who tear yourself in anger— should the earth be forsaken on your account, or the rocks be moved from their place?
Ⱨǝy ɵzüngning ƣǝzipidǝ ɵzüngni yirtⱪuqi, seni dǝpla yǝr-zemin taxliwetilǝmdu?! Taƣ-taxlar ɵz ornidin kɵtürülüp ketǝmdu?!
5 Indeed, the lamp of the wicked is extinguished; the flame of his fire does not glow.
Ⱪandaⱪla bolmisun, yaman adǝmning qiriƣi ɵqürülidu, Uning ot-uqⱪunliri yalⱪunlimaydu.
6 The light in his tent grows dark, and the lamp beside him goes out.
Qediridiki nur ⱪarangƣuluⱪⱪa aylinidu, Uning üstigǝ asⱪan qiriƣi ɵqürülidu.
7 His vigorous stride is shortened, and his own schemes trip him up.
Uning mǝzmut ⱪǝdǝmliri ⱪisilidu, Ɵzining nǝsiⱨǝtliri ɵzini mollaⱪ atⱪuzidu.
8 For his own feet lead him into a net, and he wanders into its mesh.
Qünki ɵz putliri ɵzini torƣa ǝwǝtidu, U dǝl torning üstigǝ dǝssǝydiƣan bolidu.
9 A trap seizes his heel; a snare grips him.
Ⱪiltaⱪ uni tapinidin iliwalidu, Tuzaⱪ uni tutuwalidu.
10 A noose is hidden in the ground, and a trap lies in his path.
Yǝrdǝ uni kütidiƣan yoxurun arƣamqa bar, Yolida uni tutmaⱪqi bolƣan bir ⱪapⱪan bar.
11 Terrors frighten him on every side and harass his every step.
Uni ⱨǝr tǝrǝptin wǝⱨimilǝr besip ⱪorⱪitiwatidu, Ⱨǝm ular uni iz ⱪoƣlap ⱪoƣlawatidu.
12 His strength is depleted, and calamity is ready at his side.
Maƣdurini aqarqiliⱪ yǝp tügǝtti; Palakǝt uning yenida paylap yüridu.
13 It devours patches of his skin; the firstborn of death devours his limbs.
Ɵlümning qong balisi uning terisini yǝwatidu; Uning ǝzalirini xoraydu.
14 He is torn from the shelter of his tent and is marched off to the king of terrors.
U ɵz qediridiki amanliⱪtin yulup taxlinidu, [Ɵlümning tunjisi] uni «wǝⱨimilǝrning padixaⱨi»ning aldiƣa yalap apiridu.
15 Fire resides in his tent; burning sulfur rains down on his dwelling.
Ɵyidikilǝr ǝmǝs, bǝlki baxⱪilar uning qedirida turidu; Turalƣusining üstigǝ günggürt yaƣdurulidu.
16 The roots beneath him dry up, and the branches above him wither away.
Uning yiltizi tegidin ⱪurutulidu; Üstidiki xahliri kesilidu.
17 The memory of him perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the land.
Uning ǝslimisimu yǝr yüzidikilǝrning esidin kɵtürülüp ketidu, Sirtlarda uning nam-abruyi ⱪalmaydu.
18 He is driven from light into darkness and is chased from the inhabited world.
U yoruⱪluⱪtin ⱪarangƣuluⱪⱪa ⱪoƣliwetilgǝn bolup, Bu dunyadin ⱨǝydiwetilidu.
19 He has no offspring or posterity among his people, no survivor where he once lived.
Əl-yurtta ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ pǝrzǝntliri yaki ǝwladliri ⱪalmaydu, U musapir bolup turƣan yǝrlǝrdimu nǝsli ⱪalmaydu.
20 Those in the west are appalled at his fate, while those in the east tremble in horror.
Uningdin keyinkilǝr uning künigǝ ⱪarap alaⱪzadǝ bolidu, Huddi aldinⱪilarmu qɵqüp kǝtkǝndǝk.
21 Surely such is the dwelling of the wicked and the place of one who does not know God.”
Mana, ⱪǝbiⱨ adǝmning makanliri xübⱨisiz xundaⱪ, Tǝngrini tonumaydiƣan kixiningmu orni qoⱪum xundaⱪtur.
