Job 7
1 Is there not a time of service to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?
Insan’gha zéminda jewre-japa chékidighan turmush békitilgen emesmu? Uning künliri bir medikarningkige oxshash emesmu?
2 As a servant that eagerly longeth for the shadow, and as a hireling that looketh for his wages;
Qul kechqurunning sayisige teshna bolghandek, Medikar öz emgikining heqqini kütkendek,
3 So am I made to possess — months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
Mana bihude aylar manga békitilgen, Gheshlikke tolghan kéchiler manga nésip qilin’ghan.
4 When I lie down, I say: 'When shall I arise?' But the night is long, and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
Men yatqinimda: «Qachan qoparmen?» dep oylaymen, Biraq kech uzundin uzun bolidu, Tang atquche pütün bir kéche men tolghinip yatimen.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin closeth up and breaketh out afresh.
Etlirim qurtlar hem topa-changlar bilen qaplandi, Térilirim yérilip, yiringlap ketti.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
Künlirim bapkarning mokisidinmu ittik ötidu, Ular ümidsizlik bilen ayaghlishay dep qaldi.
7 O remember that my life is a breath; mine eye shall no more see good.
[Ah Xuda], méning jénim bir nepesla xalas. Közüm yaxshiliqni qaytidin körmeydighanliqi ésingde bolsun;
8 The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; while Thine eyes are upon me, I am gone.
Méni Körgüchining közi ikkinchi qétim manga qarimaydu, Sen neziringni üstümge chüshürginingde, men yoqalghan bolimen.
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away, so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more. (Sheol h7585)
Bulut ghayib bolup, qayta körünmigendek, Oxshashla tehtisaragha chüshken adem qaytidin chiqmaydu. (Sheol h7585)
10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
U yene öz öyige qaytmaydu, Öz yurti uni qayta tonumaydu.
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
Shunga men aghzimni yummay, Rohimning derd-elimi bilen söz qilay, Jénimning azabidin zarlaymen.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, that Thou settest a watch over me?
Némishqa Sen üstümdin közet qilisen? Men [xeterlik] bir déngizmu-ya? Yaki déngizdiki bir ejdihamumen?
13 When I say: 'My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint';
Men: «Ah, yatqan ornum manga rahet béridu, Körpem nale-peryadimgha derman bolidu» — désem,
14 Then Thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions;
Emdi Sen chüshler bilen méni qorqutiwatisen, Ghayibane alametler bilen manga wehime salisen.
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than these my bones.
Shuning üchün boghulushumni, ölümni, Bu söngeklirimge qarap olturushtin artuq bilimen.
16 I loathe it; I shall not live alway; let me alone; for my days are vanity.
Men öz jénimdin toydum; Méning menggüge yashighum yoq, Méni meylimge qoyiwetkin, Méning künlirim bihudidur.
17 What is man, that Thou shouldest magnify him, and that Thou shouldest set Thy heart upon him,
Insan balisi némidi? Sen némishqa uni chong bilisen, Néme dep uninggha köngül bérisen?
18 And that Thou shouldest remember him every morning, and try him every moment?
Her etigende uni sürüshtürüp kélisen, Her nepes uni sinaysen!
19 How long wilt Thou not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
Qachan’ghiche méningdin neziringni almaysen, Manga qachan’ghiche aghzimdiki sériq suni yutuwalghudek aram bermeysen?
20 If I have sinned, what do I unto Thee, O Thou watcher of men? Why hast Thou set me as a mark for Thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
Men gunah qilghan bolsammu, i insaniyetni Közetküchi, Sanga néme qiliptimen?! Men Sanga yük bolup qaldimmu? Buning bilen méni Özüngge zerbe nishani qilghansenmu?
21 And why dost Thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust; and Thou wilt seek me, but I shall not be.
Sen némishqa méning itaetsizlikimni kechürüm qilip, Gunahimni saqit qilmaysen? Chünki men pat arida topining ichide uxlaymen; Sen méni izdep kélisen, lékin men mewjut bolmaymen».
