Job 16
1 Then Job answered and said:
Andin Ayup jawabǝn mundaⱪ dedi: —
2 I have heard many such things; sorry comforters are ye all.
Mǝn muxundaⱪ gǝplǝrni kɵp angliƣanmǝn; Silǝr ⱨǝmminglar azab yǝtküzidiƣan ajayib tǝsǝlli bǝrgüqi ikǝnsilǝr-ⱨǝ!
3 Shall windy words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?
Mundaⱪ watildap ⱪilƣan gǝpliringlarning qeki barmu? Silǝrgǝ mundaⱪ jawab berixkǝ zadi nemǝ ⱪutratⱪuluⱪ ⱪildi?
4 I also could speak as ye do; if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you.
Halisamla ɵzüm silǝrgǝ ohxax sɵz ⱪilalayttim; Silǝr mening ornumda bolidiƣan bolsanglar, Mǝnmu sɵzlǝrni baƣlaxturup eytip, silǝrgǝ zǝrbǝ ⱪilalaytim, Beximnimu silǝrgǝ ⱪaritip qayⱪiyalayttim!
5 I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would assuage your grief.
Ⱨalbuki, mǝn ǝksiqǝ aƣzim bilǝn silǝrni riƣbǝtlǝndürǝttim, Lǝwlirimning tǝsǝllisi silǝrgǝ dora-dǝrman bolatti.
6 Though I speak, my pain is not assuaged; and though I forbear, what am I eased?
Lekin mening sɵzlixim bilǝn azabim azaymaydu; Yaki gepimni iqimgǝ yutuwalisammu, manga nemǝ aramqiliⱪ bolsun?
7 But now He hath made me weary; Thou hast made desolate all my company.
Biraⱪ U meni ⱨalsizlandürüwǝtti; Xundaⱪ, Sǝn pütkül ailǝmni wǝyran ⱪiliwǝtting!
8 And Thou hast shrivelled me up, which is a witness against me; and my leanness riseth up against me, it testifieth to my face.
Sǝn meni ⱪamalliding! Xuning bilǝn [ǝⱨwalim manga] guwaⱨliⱪ ⱪilmaⱪta; Mening oruⱪ-ⱪaⱪxal [bǝdinim] ornidin turup ɵzümni ǝyiblǝp guwaⱨliⱪ ⱪilidu!
9 He hath torn me in His wrath, and hated me; He hath gnashed upon me with His teeth; mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
Uning ƣǝzipi meni titma ⱪilip, Meni ow oljisi ⱪilidu; U manga ⱪarap qixini ƣuqurlitidu; Mening düxminimdǝk kɵzini alayitip manga tikidu.
10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek scornfully; they gather themselves together against me.
[Adǝmlǝr] manga ⱪarap [mazaⱪ ⱪilixip] aƣzini aqidu; Ular nǝprǝt bilǝn mǝngzimgǝ kaqatlaydu; Manga ⱨujum ⱪilay dǝp sǝp tüzidu.
11 God delivereth me to the ungodly, and casteth me into the hands of the wicked.
Huda meni ǝskilǝrgǝ tapxurƣan; Meni rǝzillǝrning ⱪoliƣa taxliwǝtkǝnikǝn.
12 I was at ease, and He broke me asunder; yea, He hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces; He hath also set me up for His mark.
Əslidǝ mǝn tinq-amanliⱪta turattim, biraⱪ u meni paqaⱪlidi; U boynumdin silkip bitqit ⱪiliwǝtti, Meni Ɵz nixani ⱪilƣanikǝn.
13 His archers compass me round about, He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
Uning oⱪyaqiliri meni ⱪapsiwaldi; Ⱨeq ayimay U üqǝy-baƣrimni yirtip, Ɵtümni yǝrgǝ tɵküwǝtti.
14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.
U u yǝr-bu yerimgǝ üsti-üstilǝp zǝhim ⱪilip bɵsüp kiridu; U palwandǝk manga ⱪarap etilidu.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and have laid my horn in the dust.
Terǝmning üstigǝ bɵz rǝht tikip ⱪoydum; Ɵz izzǝt-ⱨɵrmitimni topa-qangƣa selip ⱪoydum.
16 My face is reddened with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
Gǝrqǝ ⱪolumda ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ zorawanliⱪ bolmisimu, Duayim qin dilimdin bolƣan bolsimu, Yüzüm yiƣa-zaridin ⱪizirip kǝtti; Ⱪapaⱪlirimni ɵlüm sayisi basti.
17 Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no resting-place.
Aⱨ, yǝr-zemin, ⱪenimni yapmiƣin! Nalǝ-pǝryadim tohtaydiƣanƣa jay bolmiƣay!
19 Even now, behold, my Witness is in heaven, and He that testifieth of me is on high.
Biraⱪ mana, asmanlarda ⱨazirmu manga xaⱨit Bolƣuqi bar! Ərxlǝrdǝ manga kapalǝt Bolƣuqi bar!
20 Mine inward thoughts are my intercessors, mine eye poureth out tears unto God;
Ɵz dostlirim meni mazaⱪ ⱪilƣini bilǝn, Biraⱪ kɵzüm tehiqǝ Tǝngrigǝ yax tɵkmǝktǝ.
21 That He would set aright a man contending with God, as a son of man setteth aright his neighbour!
Aⱨ, insan balisi dosti üqün kelixtürgüqi bolƣandǝk, Tǝngri bilǝn adǝm otturisidimu kelixtürgüqi bolsidi!
22 For the years that are few are coming on, and I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
Qünki yǝnǝ birnǝqqǝ yil ɵtüxi bilǝnla, Mǝn barsa ⱪaytmas yolda mengip ⱪalimǝn.
