Job 19
1 Job replied,
Ayup jawabǝn mundaⱪ dedi: —
2 “How long will you go on tormenting me? How long will you go on crushing me with words?
«Silǝr ⱪaqanƣiqǝ jenimni azablimaⱪqisilǝr, Ⱪaqanƣiqǝ meni sɵz bilǝn ǝzmǝkqisilǝr?
3 Ten times already you have humiliated me. Aren't you ashamed for treating me so badly?
Silǝr meni on ⱪetim harlidinglar; Manga uwal ⱪilixⱪa nomus ⱪilmaysilǝr.
4 Even if I did sin, that's my problem, and has nothing to do with you.
Əgǝr mening sǝwǝnlikim bolsa, Mǝn ǝmdi uning [dǝrdini] tartimǝn.
5 You think you're so much better than me, and you use my degradation against me.
Əgǝr silǝr meningdin üstünlük talaxmaⱪqi bolsanglar, Yüzüm aldida xǝrm-ⱨayani kɵrsitip meni ǝyiblimǝkqi bolsanglar,
6 But you should realize that it's God who has wronged me, he has trapped me in his net.
Əmdi bilip ⱪoyunglarki, manga uwal ⱪilƣan Tǝngri ikǝn, U tori bilǝn meni qirmaxturup tartti;
7 Even though I cry for help, I get no answer; even though I shout my objections, I get no justice.
Ⱪara, mǝn nalǝ-pǝryad kɵtürüp «Zorawanliⱪ!» dǝp warⱪiraymǝn, Biraⱪ ⱨeqkim anglimaydu; Mǝn warⱪiraymǝn, biraⱪ manga adalǝt kǝlmǝydu.
8 God has walled me in so I can't escape; he has plunged my path into darkness.
U yolumni meni ɵtüwalmisun dǝp qit bilǝn tosup ⱪoydi, Ⱪǝdǝmlirimgǝ ⱪarangƣuluⱪ saldi.
9 He has stripped my honor from me; he has taken away my reputation.
U mǝndin xan-xǝripimni mǝⱨrum ⱪildi, Beximdin tajni tartiwaldi.
10 He tears me down from all sides until I am finished; he has destroyed my hope like a tree that is uprooted.
U manga ⱨǝr tǝrǝptin buzƣunqiliⱪ ⱪiliwatidu, mǝn tügǝxtim; Ümidimni U dǝrǝhni yulƣandǝk yuluwaldi.
11 His anger burns against me; he treats me as one of his enemies.
Ƣǝzipini manga ⱪaritip ⱪozƣidi, Meni Ɵz düxmǝnliridin ⱨesablidi.
12 God's troops assemble to attack me. They build ramparts against me. They encircle and besiege my home.
Uning ⱪoxunliri sǝp tüzüp atlandi, Pǝlǝmpǝylirini yasap manga ⱨujum ⱪildi, Ular qedirimni ⱪorxawƣa elip bargaⱨ tikiwaldi.
13 He has driven my brothers far away from me; all my former friends are estranged from me.
U ⱪerindaxlirimni mǝndin neri ⱪildi, Tonuxlirimning meⱨrini mǝndin üzdi.
14 My relatives have abandoned me; my close friends have forgotten me.
Tuƣⱪanlirim mǝndin yatlixip kǝtti, Dost-buradǝrlirim meni unutti.
15 My house guests and my maidservants treat me as a stranger—to them I have become a foreigner.
Ɵyümdǝ turƣan musapirlar, ⱨǝtta dedǝklirimmu meni yat adǝm dǝp ⱨesablaydu; Ularning nǝziridǝ mǝn musapir bolup ⱪaldim.
16 I call my servant, but he doesn't reply. I have to beg him!
Mǝn qakirimni qaⱪirsam, u manga jawab bǝrmǝydu; Xunga mǝn uningƣa aƣzim bilǝn yelinixim kerǝk.
17 I am repulsive to my wife, and I am loathsome to my own brothers.
Tiniⱪimdin ayalimning ⱪusⱪusi kelidu, Aka-ukilirim sesiⱪliⱪimdin bizar.
18 Even young children despise me; when I stand up they ridicule me.
Ⱨǝtta kiqik balilar meni kǝmsitidu; Ornumdin turmaⱪqi bolsam, ular meni ⱨaⱪarǝtlǝydu.
19 All my closest friends despise me, and those I loved have turned on me.
Mening sirdax dostlirimning ⱨǝmmisi mǝndin nǝprǝtlinidu, Mǝn sɵygǝnlǝr mǝndin yüz ɵridi.
20 I've been reduced to skin and bones and I survive by the skin of my teeth.
Ət-terilirim ustihanlirimƣa qaplixip turidu, Jenim ⱪil üstidǝ ⱪaldi.
21 Have pity on me, my friends, have pity on me, because God has struck me down!
Aⱨ, dostlirim, manga iqinglar aƣrisun, iqinglar aƣrisun! Qünki Tǝngrining ⱪoli manga kelip tǝgdi.
22 Why are you persecuting me like God does? Aren't you satisfied with getting your pound of flesh?
Silǝr nemixⱪa Tǝngridǝk manga ziyankǝxlik ⱪilisilǝr? Silǝr nemixⱪa ǝtlirimgǝ xunqǝ toymaysilǝr!
23 I wish my words could be written down, recorded in a book,
Aⱨ, mening sɵzlirim yezilsidi! Ular bir yazmiƣa pütüklük bolƣan bolatti!
24 or engraved with an iron pen and molten lead in the rock forever.
Ular tɵmür ⱪǝlǝm bilǝn ⱪoƣuxun iqigǝ yezilsidi! Əbǝdil’ǝbǝd tax üstigǝ oyup pütülgǝn bolatti!
25 I know my Redeemer is alive, and that he shall finally take the stand for me on the earth.
Biraⱪ mǝn xuni bilimǝnki, ɵzümning Ⱨǝmjǝmǝt-Ⱪutⱪuzƣuqim ⱨayattur, U ahirǝt künidǝ yǝr yüzidǝ turup turidu!
26 Even though my skin is destroyed, in my body I shall see God.
Ⱨǝm mening bu terǝ-ǝtlirim buzulƣandin keyin, Mǝn yǝnila tenimdǝ turup Tǝngrini kɵrimǝn!
27 I myself will see him—with my own eyes, and not those of someone else! The thought overcomes me!
Uni ɵzümla ǝyni ⱨalda kɵrimǝn, Baxⱪa adǝmning ǝmǝs, bǝlki ɵzümning kɵzi bilǝn ⱪaraymǝn; Aⱨ, ⱪǝlbim buningƣa xunqǝ intizardur!
28 You say to yourselves, ‘How can we make him suffer so he can see he is the source of his problems?’
Əgǝr silǝr: «Ixning yiltizi uningdidur, Uni ⱪandaⱪ ⱪilip ⱪistap ⱪoƣliwetǝlǝymiz?!» — desǝnglar,
29 You yourselves should fear being punished by God, for you know anger brings God's punishment that accompanies judgment.”
Əmdi ɵzünglar ⱪiliqtin ⱪorⱪⱪininglar tüzük! Qünki [Hudaning] ƣǝzipi ⱪiliq jazasini elip kelidu, Xuning bilǝn silǝr [Hudaning] sotining ⱪuruⱪ gǝp ǝmǝslikini bilisilǝr».
