Job 16
1 Then Job, answering, said:
Andin Ayup jawaben mundaq dédi: —
2 I have often heard such things; you are all aggravating comforters.
Men mushundaq geplerni köp anglighanmen; Siler hemminglar azab yetküzidighan ajayib teselli bergüchi ikensiler-he!
3 Will there be no end to windy words? Or is it at all a burden to you, if you speak?
Mundaq watildap qilghan gepliringlarning chéki barmu? Silerge mundaq jawab bérishke zadi néme qutratquluq qildi?
4 I, too, can speak like you; and I also wish that your soul favored my soul. I would also comfort you with speeches and would wag my head over you.
Xalisamla özüm silerge oxshash söz qilalayttim; Siler méning ornumda bolidighan bolsanglar, Menmu sözlerni baghlashturup éytip, silerge zerbe qilalaytim, Béshimnimu silerge qaritip chayqiyalayttim!
5 I would strengthen you with my mouth, and would move my lips, as if being lenient to you.
Halbuki, men eksiche aghzim bilen silerni righbetlendürettim, Lewlirimning tesellisi silerge dora-derman bolatti.
6 But what can I do? When I am speaking, my grief will not be quiet; and if I am quiet, it will not withdraw from me.
Lékin méning sözlishim bilen azabim azaymaydu; Yaki gépimni ichimge yutuwalisammu, manga néme aramchiliq bolsun?
7 But now my grief has crushed me, and all my limbs have been reduced to nothing.
Biraq U méni halsizlandürüwetti; Shundaq, Sen pütkül ailemni weyran qiliwetting!
8 My wrinkles bear witness against me, and a liar rises up against my face, contradicting me.
Sen méni qamalliding! Shuning bilen [ehwalim manga] guwahliq qilmaqta; Méning oruq-qaqshal [bedinim] ornidin turup özümni eyiblep guwahliq qilidu!
9 He has gathered together his fury towards me, and, threatening me, he has roared against me with his teeth; my enemy has beheld me with terrible eyes.
Uning ghezipi méni titma qilip, Méni ow oljisi qilidu; U manga qarap chishini ghuchurlitidu; Méning düshminimdek közini alayitip manga tikidu.
10 They have opened their mouths against me, and, reproaching me, they have struck me on the cheek; they are nourished by my sufferings.
[Ademler] manga qarap [mazaq qiliship] aghzini achidu; Ular nepret bilen mengzimge kachatlaydu; Manga hujum qilay dep sep tüzidu.
11 God has confined me with the immoral, and he has delivered me into the hands of the impious.
Xuda méni eskilerge tapshurghan; Méni rezillerning qoligha tashliwetkeniken.
12 I, who once was wealthy, am now crushed. He has grabbed me by my neck; he has broken me and has placed me before him as a sign.
Eslide men tinch-amanliqta turattim, biraq u méni pachaqlidi; U boynumdin silkip bitchit qiliwetti, Méni Öz nishani qilghaniken.
13 He has surrounded me with his lances. He has severely wounded my lower back, he has not been lenient, and he has poured out my organs upon the earth.
Uning oqyachiliri méni qapsiwaldi; Héch ayimay U üchey-baghrimni yirtip, Ötümni yerge töküwetti.
14 He has cut me with wound after wound. He has rushed upon me like a giant.
U u yer-bu yérimge üsti-üstilep zexim qilip bösüp kiridu; U palwandek manga qarap étilidu.
15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin, and I have covered my body with ashes.
Téremning üstige böz rext tikip qoydum; Öz izzet-hörmitimni topa-changgha sélip qoydum.
16 My face is swollen from weeping, and my eyelids have dimmed my vision.
Gerche qolumda héchqandaq zorawanliq bolmisimu, Duayim chin dilimdin bolghan bolsimu, Yüzüm yigha-zaridin qizirip ketti; Qapaqlirimni ölüm sayisi basti.
17 These things I have endured without iniquity in my hand, while I held pure prayers before God.
18 O earth, do not conceal my blood, nor let my outcry find a hiding place in you.
Ah, yer-zémin, qénimni yapmighin! Nale-peryadim toxtaydighan’gha jay bolmighay!
19 For behold, my witness is in heaven, and my confidante is on high.
Biraq mana, asmanlarda hazirmu manga shahit Bolghuchi bar! Ershlerde manga kapalet Bolghuchi bar!
20 My friends are full of words; my eye rains tears upon God.
Öz dostlirim méni mazaq qilghini bilen, Biraq közüm téxiche Tengrige yash tökmekte.
21 And I wish that a man might be so judged before God, just as the son of man is judged with his assistant!
Ah, insan balisi dosti üchün kélishtürgüchi bolghandek, Tengri bilen adem otturisidimu kélishtürgüchi bolsidi!
22 For behold, a few years pass by, and I am walking a path by which I will not return.
Chünki yene birnechche yil ötüshi bilenla, Men barsa qaytmas yolda méngip qalimen.
