Ecclesiastes 4
1 I turned myself to other things, and I saw the false accusations which are carried out under the sun, and the tears of the innocent, and that there was no one to console them; and that they were not able to withstand their violence, being destitute of all help.
Andin mǝn ⱪaytidin zeⱨnimni yiƣip ⱪuyax astida daim boluwatⱪan barliⱪ zorluⱪ-zumbuluⱪni kɵrdüm; mana, ezilgǝnlǝrning kɵz yaxliri! Ularƣa ⱨeq tǝsǝlli bǝrgüqi yoⱪ idi; ularni ǝzgǝnlǝrning küqlük yɵlǝnqüki bar idi, biraⱪ ezilgǝnlǝrgǝ ⱨeq tǝsǝlli bǝrgüqi yoⱪ idi.
2 And so, I praised the dead more than the living.
Xunga mǝn alliⱪaqan ɵlüp kǝtkǝn ɵlgüqilǝrni tehi ⱨayat bolƣan tiriklǝrdin üstün dǝp tǝriplidim;
3 And happier than both of these, I judged him to be, who has not yet been born, and who has not yet seen the evils which are done under the sun.
xundaⱪla bu ikki hil kixilǝrdin bǝhtliki tehi apiridǝ bolmiƣan kixidur; qünki u ⱪuyax astida ⱪilinƣan yamanliⱪlarni ⱨeq kɵrüp baⱪmiƣan.
4 Again, I was contemplating all the labors of men. And I took notice that their endeavors are open to the envy of their neighbor. And so, in this, too, there is emptiness and superfluous anxiety.
Andin mǝn barliⱪ ǝjir wǝ barliⱪ hizmǝtning utuⱪliridin xuni kɵrüp yǝttimki, u insanning yeⱪinini kɵrǝlmǝslikidin bolidu. Bumu bimǝnilik wǝ Xamalni ⱪoƣliƣandǝk ixtur.
5 The foolish man folds his hands together, and he consumes his own flesh, saying:
Əhmǝⱪ ⱪol ⱪoxturup, ɵz gɵxini yǝydu.
6 “A handful with rest is better than both hands filled with labors and with affliction of the soul.”
Japa qekip xamalni ⱪoƣlap oqumini toxⱪuzimǝn degǝndin, qanggilini toxⱪuzup hatirjǝmliktǝ bolux ǝladur.
7 While considering this, I also discovered another vanity under the sun.
Mǝn yǝnǝ zeⱨnimni yiƣip, ⱪuyax astidiki bir bimǝnilikni kɵrdum;
8 He is one, and he does not have a second: no son, no brother. And yet he does not cease to labor, nor are his eyes satisfied with wealth, nor does he reflect, saying: “For whom do I labor and cheat my soul of good things?” In this, too, is emptiness and a most burdensome affliction.
birsi yalƣuz, tikǝndǝk bolsimu, xundaⱪla nǝ oƣli nǝ aka-ukisi bolmisimu — biraⱪ uning japasining ahiri bolmaydu, uning kɵzi bayliⱪlarƣa toymaydu. U: «Mǝn bundaⱪ japaliⱪ ixlǝp, jenimdin zadi kimgǝ yahxiliⱪ ⱪaldurimǝn?» — degǝnni sorimaydu. Bumu bimǝnilik wǝ eƣir japadin ibarǝttur.
9 Therefore, it is better for two to be together, than for one to be alone. For they have the advantage of their companionship.
Ikki birdin yahxidur; qünki ikki bolsa ǝmgikidin yahxi in’am alidu.
10 If one falls, he shall be supported by the other. Woe to one who is alone. For when he falls, he has no one to lift him up.
Yiⱪilip kǝtsǝ, birsi ⱨǝmraⱨini yɵlǝp kɵtüridu; biraⱪ yalƣuz ⱨalǝttǝ yiⱪilip kǝtsǝ, yɵligüdǝk baxⱪa birsi yoⱪ bolsa, bu kixining ⱨaliƣa way!
11 And if two are sleeping, they warm one another. How can one person alone be warmed?
Yǝnǝ, ikkisi billǝ yatsa, bir-birini illitidu; lekin birsi yalƣuz yatsa ⱪandaⱪ illitilsun?
12 And if a man can prevail against one, two may withstand him, and a threefold cord is broken with difficulty.
Yǝnǝ, biraw yalƣuz bir adǝmni yengiwalƣan bolsa, ikkisi uningƣa taⱪabil turalaydu; xuningdǝk üq ⱪat arƣamqa asan üzülmǝs.
13 Better is a boy, poor and wise, than a king, old and foolish, who does not know to look ahead for the sake of posterity.
Kǝmbǝƣǝl ǝmma aⱪil yigit yǝnǝ nǝsiⱨǝtning ǝtiwarini ⱪilmaydiƣan ⱪeri ǝhmǝⱪ padixaⱨtin yahxidur;
14 For sometimes, one goes forth from prison and chains, to a kingdom, while another, born to kingly power, is consumed by need.
Qünki gǝrqǝ u bu padixaⱨning padixaⱨliⱪida kǝmbǝƣǝl bolup tuƣulƣan bolsimu, u zindandin tǝhtkǝ olturuxⱪa qiⱪti.
15 I saw all the living who are walking under the sun, and I saw the next generation, who shall rise up in their places.
Mǝn ⱪuyax astidiki barliⱪ tiriklǝrning axu ikkinqini, yǝni [padixaⱨning] ornini basⱪuqini, xu yigitni ⱪollaydiƣanliⱪini kɵrdum.
16 The number of people, out of all who existed before these, is boundless. And those who will exist afterwards shall not rejoice in them. But this, too, is emptiness and an affliction of the spirit.
Barliⱪ hǝlⱪ, yǝni ularning aldida turƣan barliⱪ puⱪralar sanaⱪsiz bolsimu, biraⱪ ulardin keyinkilǝr yigittinmu razi bolmaydu; bumu bimǝnilik wǝ xamalni ⱪoƣliƣandǝk ixtur.
