Job 14
1 Man born of a woman, living for a short time, is filled with many miseries.
Anidin tuƣulƣanlarning künliri azdur, Palakǝt uningƣa yardur.
2 Who cometh forth like a flower, and is destroyed, and fleeth as a shadow, and never continueth in the same state.
U güldǝk dunyaƣa kelip andin tozuydu, U [ⱪuyax aldidin] sayigǝ ohxax ⱪeqip ketidu.
3 And dost thou think it meet to open thy eyes upon such an one, and to bring him into judgment with thee?
Biraⱪ Sǝn tehi xundaⱪ bir ajiz bolƣuqiƣa kɵzüngni tikip, Meni Ɵz aldingƣa soraⱪⱪa tartiwatamsǝn?
4 Who can make him clean that is conceived of unclean seed? is it not thou who only art?
Kim napak nǝrsilǝrdin pak nǝrsini qiⱪiralaydu? — ⱨeqkim!
5 The days of man are short, and the number of his months is with thee: thou hast appointed his bounds which cannot be passed.
[Insanning] künliri bekitilgǝndikin, Uning aylirining sani Sening ilkingdǝ bolƣandikin, Sǝn uning ɵtsǝ bolmaydiƣan qǝklirini bekitkǝndikin,
6 Depart a little from him, that he may rest, until his wished for day come, as that of the hireling.
Uning bir’az dǝm elixi üqün uningdin kɵzüngni elip ⱪaqⱪin, Xuning bilǝn mǝdikardǝk uningƣa ɵz künliridin sɵyünüx nesip bolsun!
7 A tree hath hope: if it be cut, it groweth green again, and the boughs thereof sprout.
Qünki dǝrǝh kesiwetilgǝndin keyin, ⱪayta ɵsüxtin ümid bar; Buningliⱪ bilǝn uning yumran bihliri tügǝp kǝtmǝydu;
8 If its root be old in the earth, and its stock be dead in the dust:
Uning yiltizi yǝrdǝ ⱪurup kǝtkǝn bolsimu, Uning kɵtiki topida ɵlüp kǝtkǝn bolsimu,
9 At the scent of water, it shall spring, and bring forth leaves, as when it was first planted.
Biraⱪ suning puriⱪi bilǝnla u yǝnǝ kɵkiridu, Yumran ot-qɵptǝk yengi bihlarni qiⱪiridu.
10 But man when he shall be dead, and stripped and consumed, I pray you where is he?
Biraⱪ adǝm bolsa ɵlidu, ilajsiz ongda yatidu, bǝrⱨǝⱪ, Insan nǝpǝstin ⱪalidu, andin nǝdǝ bolidu?
11 As if the waters should depart out of the sea, and an emptied river should be dried up:
Dengizdiki sular parƣa aylinip tügǝp kǝtkǝndǝk, Dǝryalar ⱪaƣjirap ⱪurup kǝtkǝndǝk,
12 So man when he is fallen asleep shall not rise again; till the heavens be broken, he shall not awake, nor rise up out of his sleep.
Ohxaxla adǝm yetip ⱪalsila ⱪaytidin turmaydu; Asmanlar yoⱪimiƣuqǝ, ular oyƣanmaydu, uyⱪudin turmaydu.
13 Who will grant me this, that thou mayst protect me in hell, and hide me till thy wrath pass, and appoint me a. time when thou wilt remember me? (Sheol h7585)
Aⱨ, tǝⱨtisaraƣa meni yoxurup ⱪoysang idi, Ƣǝziping ɵtüp kǝtküqǝ meni mǝhpiy saⱪlap ⱪoysang idi, Meni esinggǝ alidiƣan bir waⱪit-saǝtni manga bekitip bǝrsǝng idi! (Sheol h7585)
14 Shall man that is dead, thinkest thou, live again? all the days in which I am now in warfare, I expect until my change come.
Adǝm ɵlsǝ, ⱪayta yaxamdu? Xundaⱪ bolsa manga xundaⱪ ɵzgirix waⱪti kǝlgüqǝ, Muxu japaƣa tolƣan künlirim ɵtküqǝ, sǝwr-taⱪǝt bilǝn kütǝttim!
15 Thou shalt call me, and I will answer thee: to the work of thy hands thou shalt reach out thy right hand.
Xundaⱪ bolsa Sǝn meni qaⱪirsang, jawab berǝttim; Sǝn Ɵz ⱪolung bilǝn yaratⱪiningƣa ümid-arzuyung bolatti.
16 Thou indeed hast numbered my steps, but spare my sins.
Biraⱪ Sǝn ⱨazir ⱨǝrbir dǝssigǝn ⱪǝdǝmlirimni sanap, Gunaⱨimni kɵzitiwatisǝnƣu!
17 Thou hast sealed up my offences as it were in a bag, but hast cured my iniquity.
Itaǝtsizlikim haltiƣa selinip peqǝtlǝndi, Gunaⱨlirimni dɵwǝ-dɵwǝ ⱪilip saⱪlap ⱪoydung.
18 A mountain falling cometh to nought, and a rock is removed out of its place.
Dǝrwǝⱪǝ taƣmu yimirilip yoⱪalƣandǝk, Tax ɵz ornidin tǝwrinip kǝtkǝndǝk,
19 Waters wear away the stones, and with inundation the ground by little and little is washed away: so in like manner thou shalt destroy man.
Sular tax-xeƣillarni upritip yoⱪatⱪandǝk, Topanlar zemindiki topini süpürüp kǝtkǝndǝk, Sǝn adǝmning ümidini yoⱪ ⱪilisǝn.
20 Thou hast strengthened him for a little while, that he may pass away for ever: thou shalt change his face, and shalt send him away.
Sǝn mǝnggügǝ uning üstidin ƣalib kelisǝn, Xunga u dunyadin ketidu; uning qirayini tutuldurisǝn, Uni Ɵz yeningdin yiraⱪ ⱪilisǝn.
21 Whether his children come to honour or dishonour, he shall not understand.
Uning oƣulliri ⱨɵrmǝtkǝ erixidu, biraⱪ u buni bilmǝydu; Ular pǝs ⱪilinsimu, Biraⱪ uning bulardinmu hǝwiri bolmaydu.
22 But yet his flesh, while he shall live, shall have pain, and his soul shall mourn over him.
U [pǝⱪǝt] ɵz tenidiki aƣriⱪidinla azablinidu, U kɵnglidǝ ɵzi üqünla ⱨǝsrǝt-nadamǝt qekidu.
