Job 10
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Men öz jénimdin nepretlinimen; Öz derdimni töküwalay; Qelbimdiki ah-zarimni sözliwalay.
2 I will say unto God: Do not condemn me; make me know wherefore Thou contendest with me.
Men Tengrige: «Méning gunahimni békitme; manga körsetkinki, Sen zadi néme üchün men bilen dewalishisen?
3 Is it good unto Thee that Thou shouldest oppress, that Thou shouldest despise the work of Thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
Ademni ezgining, Öz qolung bilen yaratqiningni chetke qaqqining Sanga paydiliqmu? Yamanlarning suyiqestige nur chachqining yaxshimu?
4 Hast Thou eyes of flesh? or seest Thou as man seeth?
Séning közüng insanningkidek ajizmu? Sen ademler körgendek xire köremsen?
5 Are Thy days as the days of man, or Thy years as a man's days,
Séning künliring ölidighan insanning künliridek cheklikmu? Séning yilliring insanning yilliridek qisqimu?
6 That Thou inquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin,
Sen méning rezil adem emeslikimni bilip turup, Séning qolungdin qutuldurghudek héchkimning yoqluqini bilip turup, Némishqa méning xataliqimni sorap yürisen? Némishqa méning gunahimni sürüshtürisen?» — deymen.
7 Although Thou knowest that I shall not be condemned; and there is none that can deliver out of Thy hand?
8 Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me together round about; yet Thou dost destroy me!
— Sen Öz qolliring bilen méni shekillendürüp, bir gewde qilip yaratqansen; Biraq Sen méni yoqatmaqchisen!
9 Remember, I beseech Thee, that Thou hast fashioned me as clay; and wilt Thou bring me into dust again?
Sen layni yasighandek méni yasighiningni ésingde tutqaysen, dep yélinimen; Sen méni yene tupraqqa qayturamsen?
10 Hast Thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
Sen [ustiliq bilen] méni süttek quyup chayqap, Méni irimchiktek uyutqan emesmu?
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
Sen tére hem et bilen méni kiyindürgensen, Ustixan hem pey bilen birleshtürüp méni toqughansen.
12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and Thy providence hath preserved my spirit.
Sen manga hayat hem méhir-shepqet teqdim qilghansen, Sen söygüng bilen rohimdin xewer alding.
13 Yet these things Thou didst hide in Thy heart; I know that this is with Thee;
Biraq bu ishlar Séning qelbingde yoshuruqluq idi; Bularning eslide qelbingde püküklikini bilimen.
14 If I sin, then Thou markest me, and Thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.
Gunah qilghan bolsam, Sen méni közitip yürgen bolatting; Sen méning qebihlikimni jazalimay qoymaytting.
15 If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head — being filled with ignominy and looking upon mine affliction.
Rezil hésablan’ghan bolsam, manga bala kéletti! Hem yaki heqqaniy hésablansammu, qattiq nomusqa chömüp, azabqa chömginimde, Béshimni yenila kötürüshke jür’et qilalmayttim;
16 And if it exalt itself, Thou huntest me as a lion; and again Thou showest Thyself marvellous upon me.
Hetta [béshimni] kötürüshke jür’et qilsammu, Sen esheddiy shirdek méning péyimge chüshetting; Sen manga karamet küchüngni arqa-arqidin körsitetting.
17 Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, and increasest Thine indignation upon me; host succeeding host against me.
Sen méni eyibleydighan guwahchiliringni qaytidin aldimgha keltürisen; Manga qaritilghan ghezipingni zor qilisen; Küchliring manga qarshi dolqunlap kelmekte.
18 Wherefore then hast Thou brought me forth out of the womb? Would that I had perished, and no eye had seen me!
Sen eslide némishqa méni baliyatqudin chiqarghansen? Kashki, men chachrap ketken bolsam, héch adem méni körmes idi!
19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Men héchqachan bolmighan bolattim! Baliyatqudin biwasite görge apirilghan bolattim!
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Méning azghine künlirim tügey dégen emesmu? Shunga men barsa kelmes yerge barghuche, — Qarangghuluq, ölüm saye bolghan zémin’gha, — Zulmet bir zémin’gha, yeni qarangghuluqning özining zéminigha, Ölüm sayisining zéminigha, Tertipsiz, hetta öz nuri qapqarangghu qilin’ghan shu zémin’gha barghuche, Manga azraq jan kirish üchün, Ishingni bir deqiqe toxtat, mendin néri bol!».
21 Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
22 A land of thick darkness, as darkness itself; a land of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.
