Job 6
1 Then Job responded:
Ayup jawabǝn mundaⱪ dedi: —
2 “If my grief could be weighed and my troubles placed on the scales
«Aⱨ, mening dǝrdlik zarlirim tarazida ɵlqǝnsǝ! Aⱨ, beximƣa qüxkǝn barliⱪ bala-ⱪaza bular bilǝn billǝ tarazilansa!
3 they would be heavier than the sand of the sea. That's why I spoke so rashly.
Xundaⱪ ⱪilinsa u ⱨazir dengizdiki ⱪumdin eƣir bolup qiⱪidu; Xuning üqün sɵzlirim tǝlwilǝrqǝ boluwatidu.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are in me; their poison saps my spirit. God's terrors are lined up against me.
Qünki Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadirning oⱪliri manga sanjilip iqimdǝ turuwatidu, Ularning zǝⱨirini roⱨim iqmǝktǝ, Tǝngrining wǝⱨimiliri manga ⱪarxi sǝp tüzüp ⱨujum ⱪiliwatidu.
5 Don't wild donkeys bray when their grass is gone? Don't cattle groan when they don't have food!
Yawa exǝk ot-qɵp tapⱪanda ⱨangramdu? Kala bolsa yǝm-hǝxǝk üstidǝ mɵrǝmdu?
6 Can something that's tasteless be eaten without salt? Is there any taste in the white of an egg?
Tuz bolmisa tǝmsiz nǝrsini yegili bolamdu? Ham tuhumning eⱪining tǝmi barmu?
7 I just can't touch any food—even the thought makes me feel sick!
Jenim ularƣa tǝgsimu sǝskinip ketidu, Ular manga yirginqlik tamaⱪ bolup tuyulidu.
8 Oh, if only I could have what I really want, that God would give me what I most desire—
Aⱨ, mening tǝxna bolƣinim kǝlsidi! Tǝngri intizarimni ijabǝt ⱪilsidi!
9 that God would be willing to crush me to death, that he would just let me die!
Aⱨ, Tǝngri meni yanjip taxlisun! U ⱪolini ⱪoyuwetip jenimni üzüp taxlaxⱪa muwapiⱪ kɵrsidi!
10 But it still comforts me to know, making me happy through the never-ending pain, that I have never rejected the words of God.
Xundaⱪ bolsa, manga tǝsǝlli bolatti, Ⱨǝtta rǝⱨimsiz aƣriⱪlarda ⱪiynalsammu, xadlinattim; Qünki Muⱪǝddǝs Bolƣuqining sɵzliridin tanmiƣan bolattim!
11 Why should I go on waiting when I don't have the strength? Why should I keep going when I don't know what is going to happen to me?
Mǝndǝ ɵlümni kütküdǝk yǝnǝ ⱪanqilik maƣdur ⱪaldi? Mening sǝwr-taⱪǝtlik bolup ⱨayatimni uzartiximning nemǝ nǝtijisi bolar?
12 Am I as strong as rock? Am I made out of bronze?
Mening küqüm taxtǝk qingmu? Mening ǝtlirim mistin yasalƣanmidi?
13 How can I help myself now that any chance of success is ripped away from me?
Ɵzümgǝ yardǝm bǝrgüdǝk maƣdurum ⱪalmidi ǝmǝsmu? Ⱨǝrⱪandaⱪ ǝⱪil-tǝdbir mǝndin ⱪoƣliwetilgǝn ǝmǝsmu?
14 Anyone who isn't kind to a friend has given up respecting the Almighty.
Ümidsizlinip ketiwatⱪan kixigǝ dosti meⱨribanliⱪ kɵrsǝtmiki zɵrürdur; Bolmisa u Ⱨǝmmigǝ ⱪadirdin ⱪorⱪuxtin waz keqixi mumkin.
15 My brothers have acted as deceptively as a desert stream, rushing waters in the desert that vanish.
Biraⱪ buradǝrlirim waⱪitliⱪ «aldamqi eriⱪ» süyidǝk, Manga ⱨeligǝrlik bilǝn muamilǝ ⱪilmaⱪta; Ular suliri eⱪip tügigǝn eriⱪⱪa ohxaydu.
16 The stream floods when it is full of dark ice and melting snow,
Erigǝn muz suliri eriⱪⱪa kirgǝndǝ ular ⱪaridap ketidu, Ⱪarlar ularning iqidǝ yoⱪilip ketidu,
17 but in the heat it dries up and disappears, vanishing from where it once was.
Ular pǝsilning illixi bilǝn ⱪurup ketidu; Ⱨawa issip kǝtkǝndǝ, izidin yoⱪilip ketidu.
18 Camel caravans turn aside to look for water, but don't find any and they die.
Sǝpǝrdaxlar mangƣan yolidin qiⱪip, eriⱪⱪa burulidu; Ular eriⱪni boylap mengip, qɵldǝ ezip ɵlidu.
19 Caravans from Tema looked, travelers from Sheba were confident,
Temaliⱪ karwanlarmu eriⱪ izdǝp mangdi; Xebaliⱪ sodigǝrlǝrmu ularƣa ümid bilǝn ⱪaridi;
20 but their hopes were dashed—they came and found nothing.
Biraⱪ ular ixǝnginidin ümidsizlinip nomusta ⱪaldi; Ular axu yǝrgǝ kelixi bilǝn parakǝndiqilikkǝ uqridi.
21 Now you are no help, just like that—you see my trouble and you're afraid.
Mana silǝr ularƣa ohxax [manga tayini] yoⱪ bolup ⱪaldinglar; Silǝr ⱪorⱪunqluⱪ bir wǝⱨimini kɵrüpla ⱪorⱪup ketiwatisilǝr.
22 Have I asked you for anything? Have I told you to bribe anyone for me from your wealth?
Mǝn silǝrgǝ: «Manga beringlar», Yaki: «Manga mal-mülükliringlardin ⱨǝdiyǝ ⱪilinglar?» — degǝnni ⱪaqan dǝp baⱪⱪan?
23 Have I asked you to rescue me from an enemy? Have I told you to save me from my oppressors?
Yaki: «Meni ezitⱪuqining ⱪolidin ⱪutⱪuzunglar!» Yaki «Zorawanlarning ⱪolidin gɵrügǝ pul bǝrsǝnglar!» dǝp baⱪⱪanmu?
24 Explain this to me, and I'll be quiet. Show me where I'm wrong.
Manga ɵgitip ⱪoyunglar, süküt ⱪilimǝn; Nǝdǝ yoldin qiⱪⱪanliⱪimni manga kɵrsitip beringlar.
25 Honest words are painful, but what do your arguments prove?
Toƣra sɵzlǝr nemidegǝn ɵtkür-ⱨǝ! Biraⱪ ǝyibliringlar zadi nemini ispatliyalaydu?!
26 Are you going to argue over what I said, when the words of someone in despair should be left to blow away in the wind?
Ümidsizlǝngǝn kixining gǝpliri ɵtüp ketidiƣan xamaldǝk tursa, Pǝⱪǝt sɵzlǝrnila ǝyiblimǝkqimusilǝr?
27 You would play dice to win an orphan; you would bargain away your friend!
Silǝr yetim-yesirlarning üstidǝ qǝk taxlixisilǝr! Dost-buradiringlar üstidǝ sodilixisilǝr!
28 Look me in the eye and see if I'm lying to your face!
Əmdi manga yüz turanǝ ⱪarap beⱪinglar; Aldinglardila yalƣan sɵz ⱪilalamdim?
29 Don't talk like this! Don't be unjust! What I'm saying is right.
Ɵtünimǝn, boldi ⱪilinglar, gunaⱨ bolmisun; Rast, ⱪaytidin oylap beⱪinglar, Qünki ɵzümning toƣriliⱪim [tarazida] turidu.
30 I'm not telling lies—don't you think I wouldn't know if I was wrong?”
Tilimda hataliⱪ barmu? Tilim yamanliⱪni zadi tetiyalmasmu?
