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.
Mǝn ɵz jenimdin nǝprǝtlinimǝn; Ɵz dǝrdimni tɵküwalay; Ⱪǝlbimdiki aⱨ-zarimni sɵzliwalay.
2 I will say unto God: Do not condemn me; make me know wherefore Thou contendest with me.
Mǝn Tǝngrigǝ: «Mening gunaⱨimni bekitmǝ; manga kɵrsǝtkinki, Sǝn zadi nemǝ üqün mǝn bilǝn dǝwalixisǝn?
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?
Adǝmni ǝzgining, Ɵz ⱪolung bilǝn yaratⱪiningni qǝtkǝ ⱪaⱪⱪining Sanga paydiliⱪmu? Yamanlarning suyiⱪǝstigǝ nur qaqⱪining yahximu?
4 Hast Thou eyes of flesh? or seest Thou as man seeth?
Sening kɵzüng insanningkidǝk ajizmu? Sǝn adǝmlǝr kɵrgǝndǝk hirǝ kɵrǝmsǝn?
5 Are Thy days as the days of man, or Thy years as a man's days,
Sening künliring ɵlidiƣan insanning künliridǝk qǝklikmu? Sening yilliring insanning yilliridǝk ⱪisⱪimu?
6 That Thou inquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin,
Sǝn mening rǝzil adǝm ǝmǝslikimni bilip turup, Sening ⱪolungdin ⱪutuldurƣudǝk ⱨeqkimning yoⱪluⱪini bilip turup, Nemixⱪa mening hataliⱪimni sorap yürisǝn? Nemixⱪa mening gunaⱨimni sürüxtürisǝn?» — dǝymǝn.
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!
— Sǝn Ɵz ⱪolliring bilǝn meni xǝkillǝndürüp, bir gǝwdǝ ⱪilip yaratⱪansǝn; Biraⱪ Sǝn meni yoⱪatmaⱪqisǝn!
9 Remember, I beseech Thee, that Thou hast fashioned me as clay; and wilt Thou bring me into dust again?
Sǝn layni yasiƣandǝk meni yasiƣiningni esingdǝ tutⱪaysǝn, dǝp yelinimǝn; Sǝn meni yǝnǝ tupraⱪⱪa ⱪayturamsǝn?
10 Hast Thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
Sǝn [ustiliⱪ bilǝn] meni süttǝk ⱪuyup qayⱪap, Meni irimqiktǝk uyutⱪan ǝmǝsmu?
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
Sǝn terǝ ⱨǝm ǝt bilǝn meni kiyindürgǝnsǝn, Ustihan ⱨǝm pǝy bilǝn birlǝxtürüp meni toⱪuƣansǝn.
12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and Thy providence hath preserved my spirit.
Sǝn manga ⱨayat ⱨǝm meⱨir-xǝpⱪǝt tǝⱪdim ⱪilƣansǝn, Sǝn sɵygüng bilǝn roⱨimdin hǝwǝr alding.
13 Yet these things Thou didst hide in Thy heart; I know that this is with Thee;
Biraⱪ bu ixlar Sening ⱪǝlbingdǝ yoxuruⱪluⱪ idi; Bularning ǝslidǝ ⱪǝlbingdǝ püküklikini bilimǝn.
14 If I sin, then Thou markest me, and Thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.
Gunaⱨ ⱪilƣan bolsam, Sǝn meni kɵzitip yürgǝn bolatting; Sǝn mening ⱪǝbiⱨlikimni jazalimay ⱪoymaytting.
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.
Rǝzil ⱨesablanƣan bolsam, manga bala kelǝtti! Ⱨǝm yaki ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy ⱨesablansammu, ⱪattiⱪ nomusⱪa qɵmüp, azabⱪa qɵmginimdǝ, Beximni yǝnila kɵtürüxkǝ jür’ǝt ⱪilalmayttim;
16 And if it exalt itself, Thou huntest me as a lion; and again Thou showest Thyself marvellous upon me.
Ⱨǝtta [beximni] kɵtürüxkǝ jür’ǝt ⱪilsammu, Sǝn ǝxǝddiy xirdǝk mening peyimgǝ qüxǝtting; Sǝn manga karamǝt küqüngni arⱪa-arⱪidin kɵrsitǝtting.
17 Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, and increasest Thine indignation upon me; host succeeding host against me.
Sǝn meni ǝyiblǝydiƣan guwaⱨqiliringni ⱪaytidin aldimƣa kǝltürisǝn; Manga ⱪaritilƣan ƣǝzipingni zor ⱪilisǝn; Küqliring manga ⱪarxi dolⱪunlap kǝlmǝktǝ.
18 Wherefore then hast Thou brought me forth out of the womb? Would that I had perished, and no eye had seen me!
Sǝn ǝslidǝ nemixⱪa meni baliyatⱪudin qiⱪarƣansǝn? Kaxki, mǝn qaqrap kǝtkǝn bolsam, ⱨeq adǝm meni kɵrmǝs idi!
19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Mǝn ⱨeqⱪaqan bolmiƣan bolattim! Baliyatⱪudin biwasitǝ gɵrgǝ apirilƣan bolattim!
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Mening azƣinǝ künlirim tügǝy degǝn ǝmǝsmu? Xunga mǝn barsa kǝlmǝs yǝrgǝ barƣuqǝ, — Ⱪarangƣuluⱪ, ɵlüm sayǝ bolƣan zeminƣa, — Zulmǝt bir zeminƣa, yǝni ⱪarangƣuluⱪning ɵzining zeminiƣa, Ɵlüm sayisining zeminiƣa, Tǝrtipsiz, ⱨǝtta ɵz nuri ⱪapⱪarangƣu ⱪilinƣan xu zeminƣa barƣuqǝ, Manga azraⱪ jan kirix üqün, Ixingni bir dǝⱪiⱪǝ tohtat, mǝndin neri 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.
