Job 16
1 Then Job answered, and said:
Andin Ayup jawaben mundaq dédi: —
2 I have often heard such things as these: you are all troublesome comforters.
Men mushundaq geplerni köp anglighanmen; Siler hemminglar azab yetküzidighan ajayib teselli bergüchi ikensiler-he!
3 Shall windy words have no end? or is it any trouble to thee to speak?
Mundaq watildap qilghan gepliringlarning chéki barmu? Silerge mundaq jawab bérishke zadi néme qutratquluq qildi?
4 I also could speak like you: and would God your soul were for my soul. I would comfort you also with words, 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 sparing you.
Halbuki, men eksiche aghzim bilen silerni righbetlendürettim, Lewlirimning tesellisi silerge dora-derman bolatti.
6 But what shall I do? If I speak, my pain will not rest: and if I hold my peace, it will not depart from me.
Lékin méning sözlishim bilen azabim azaymaydu; Yaki gépimni ichimge yutuwalisammu, manga néme aramchiliq bolsun?
7 But now my sorrow hath oppressed me, and all my limbs are brought to nothing.
Biraq U méni halsizlandürüwetti; Shundaq, Sen pütkül ailemni weyran qiliwetting!
8 My wrinkles bear witness against me, and a false speaker riseth 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 hath gathered together his fury against me, and threatening me he hath gnashed with his teeth upon me: my enemy hath 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 upon me, and reproaching me they have struck me on the cheek, they are filled with my pains.
[Ademler] manga qarap [mazaq qiliship] aghzini achidu; Ular nepret bilen mengzimge kachatlaydu; Manga hujum qilay dep sep tüzidu.
11 God hath shut me up with the unjust man, and hath delivered me into the hands of the wicked.
Xuda méni eskilerge tapshurghan; Méni rezillerning qoligha tashliwetkeniken.
12 I that was formerly so wealthy, am all on a sudden broken to pieces: he hath taken me by my neck, he hath broken me, and hath set me up to be his mark.
Eslide men tinch-amanliqta turattim, biraq u méni pachaqlidi; U boynumdin silkip bitchit qiliwetti, Méni Öz nishani qilghaniken.
13 He hath compassed me round about with his lances, he hath wounded my loins, he hath not spared, and hath poured out my bowels on the earth.
Uning oqyachiliri méni qapsiwaldi; Héch ayimay U üchey-baghrimni yirtip, Ötümni yerge töküwetti.
14 He hath torn me with wound upon wound, he hath rushed in upon me like a giant.
U u yer-bu yérimge üsti-üstilep zexim qilip bösüp kiridu; U palwandek manga qarap étilidu.
15 I have sowed sackcloth upon my skin, and have covered my flesh with ashes.
Téremning üstige böz rext tikip qoydum; Öz izzet-hörmitimni topa-changgha sélip qoydum.
16 My face is swollen with weeping, and my eyelids are dim.
Gerche qolumda héchqandaq zorawanliq bolmisimu, Duayim chin dilimdin bolghan bolsimu, Yüzüm yigha-zaridin qizirip ketti; Qapaqlirimni ölüm sayisi basti.
17 These things have I suffered without the iniquity of my hand, when I offered pure prayers to God.
18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, neither let my cry find a hiding place in thee.
Ah, yer-zémin, qénimni yapmighin! Nale-peryadim toxtaydighan’gha jay bolmighay!
19 For behold my witness is in heaven, and he that knoweth my conscience 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 poureth out tears to God.
Öz dostlirim méni mazaq qilghini bilen, Biraq közüm téxiche Tengrige yash tökmekte.
21 And O that a man might so be judged with God, as the son of man is judged with his companion!
Ah, insan balisi dosti üchün kélishtürgüchi bolghandek, Tengri bilen adem otturisidimu kélishtürgüchi bolsidi!
22 For behold short years pass away and I am walking in a path by which I shall not return.
Chünki yene birnechche yil ötüshi bilenla, Men barsa qaytmas yolda méngip qalimen.
