< Job 17 >
1 My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened, and only the grave remaineth for me.
Mening roⱨim sunuⱪ, Künlirim tügǝy dǝydu, Gɵrlǝr meni kütmǝktǝ.
2 I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.
Ətrapimda aldamqi mazaⱪ ⱪilƣuqilar bar ǝmǝsmu? Kɵzümning ularning eqitⱪuluⱪiƣa tikilip turuxtin baxⱪa amali yoⱪtur.
3 Deliver me O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man’s hand fight against me.
Aⱨ, jenim üqün Ɵzüng haliƣan kapalǝtni elip Ɵzüngning aldida manga borun bolƣaysǝn; Sǝndin baxⱪa kim meni ⱪollap borun bolsun?
4 Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.
Qünki Sǝn [dostlirimning] kɵnglini yoruⱪluⱪtin ⱪaldurƣansǝn; Xunga Sǝn ularni ƣǝlibidinmu mǝⱨrum ⱪilisǝn!
5 He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.
Ƣǝniymǝt alay dǝp dostliriƣa pǝxwa atⱪan kixining bolsa, Ⱨǝtta balilirining kɵzlirimu kor bolidu.
6 He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.
U meni ǝl-yurtlarning aldida sɵz-qɵqǝkkǝ ⱪoydi; Mǝn kixilǝr yüzümgǝ tüküridiƣan adǝm bolup ⱪaldim.
7 My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
Dǝrd-ǝlǝmdin kɵzüm torlixip kǝtti, Barliⱪ ǝzalirim kɵlǝnggidǝk bolup ⱪaldi.
8 The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.
Bu ixlarni kɵrüp duruslar ⱨǝyranuⱨǝs bolidu; Bigunaⱨlar iplaslarƣa ⱪarxi turuxⱪa ⱪozƣilidu.
9 And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
Biraⱪ ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy adǝm ɵz yolida qing turidu, Ⱪoli pak yüridiƣan adǝmning küqi tohtawsiz ulƣiyidu.
10 Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.
Əmdi ⱪeni, ⱨǝmminglar, yǝnǝ kelinglar; Aranglardin birmu dana adǝm tapalmaymǝn.
11 My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
Künlirim ahirlixay dǝp ⱪaptu, Muddialirim, kɵnglümdiki intizarlar üzüldi.
12 They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.
Bu adǝmlǝr keqini kündüzgǝ aylandurmaⱪqi; Ular ⱪarangƣuluⱪⱪa ⱪarap: «Nur yeⱪinlixiwatidu» deyixiwatidu.
13 If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness. (Sheol )
Əgǝr kütsǝm, ɵyüm tǝⱨtisara bolidu; Mǝn ⱪarangƣuluⱪⱪa ornumni raslaymǝn. (Sheol )
14 If I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.
«Qirip ketixni: «Sǝn mening atam!», Ⱪurtlarni: «Apa! Aqa!» dǝp qaⱪirimǝn!
15 Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?
Undaⱪta ümidim nǝdǝ? Xundaⱪ, ümidimni kim kɵrǝlisun?
16 All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest? (Sheol )
Ümidim tǝⱨtisaraning tɵmür pǝnjiriliri iqigǝ qüxüp ketidu! Biz birliktǝ topiƣa kirip ketimiz! (Sheol )