Job 19
1 Then Job answered and said,
Ayup jawabǝn mundaⱪ dedi: —
2 How long will you vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
«Silǝr ⱪaqanƣiqǝ jenimni azablimaⱪqisilǝr, Ⱪaqanƣiqǝ meni sɵz bilǝn ǝzmǝkqisilǝr?
3 These ten times have you reproached me: you are not ashamed that you make yourselves strange to me.
Silǝr meni on ⱪetim harlidinglar; Manga uwal ⱪilixⱪa nomus ⱪilmaysilǝr.
4 And be it indeed that I have erred, my error remains with myself.
Əgǝr mening sǝwǝnlikim bolsa, Mǝn ǝmdi uning [dǝrdini] tartimǝn.
5 If indeed you will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach:
Əgǝr silǝr meningdin üstünlük talaxmaⱪqi bolsanglar, Yüzüm aldida xǝrm-ⱨayani kɵrsitip meni ǝyiblimǝkqi bolsanglar,
6 Know now that God has overthrown me, and has compassed me with his net.
Əmdi bilip ⱪoyunglarki, manga uwal ⱪilƣan Tǝngri ikǝn, U tori bilǝn meni qirmaxturup tartti;
7 Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.
Ⱪara, mǝn nalǝ-pǝryad kɵtürüp «Zorawanliⱪ!» dǝp warⱪiraymǝn, Biraⱪ ⱨeqkim anglimaydu; Mǝn warⱪiraymǝn, biraⱪ manga adalǝt kǝlmǝydu.
8 He has fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he has set darkness in my paths.
U yolumni meni ɵtüwalmisun dǝp qit bilǝn tosup ⱪoydi, Ⱪǝdǝmlirimgǝ ⱪarangƣuluⱪ saldi.
9 He has stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
U mǝndin xan-xǝripimni mǝⱨrum ⱪildi, Beximdin tajni tartiwaldi.
10 He has destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and my hope has he removed like a tree.
U manga ⱨǝr tǝrǝptin buzƣunqiliⱪ ⱪiliwatidu, mǝn tügǝxtim; Ümidimni U dǝrǝhni yulƣandǝk yuluwaldi.
11 He has also kindled his wrath against me, and he counts me to him as one of his enemies.
Ƣǝzipini manga ⱪaritip ⱪozƣidi, Meni Ɵz düxmǝnliridin ⱨesablidi.
12 His troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and encamp round about my tabernacle.
Uning ⱪoxunliri sǝp tüzüp atlandi, Pǝlǝmpǝylirini yasap manga ⱨujum ⱪildi, Ular qedirimni ⱪorxawƣa elip bargaⱨ tikiwaldi.
13 He has put my brothers far from me, and my acquaintance are truly estranged from me.
U ⱪerindaxlirimni mǝndin neri ⱪildi, Tonuxlirimning meⱨrini mǝndin üzdi.
14 My kinsfolk have failed, and my familiar friends have forgotten me.
Tuƣⱪanlirim mǝndin yatlixip kǝtti, Dost-buradǝrlirim meni unutti.
15 They that dwell in my house, and my maids, count me for a stranger: I am an alien in their sight.
Ɵyümdǝ turƣan musapirlar, ⱨǝtta dedǝklirimmu meni yat adǝm dǝp ⱨesablaydu; Ularning nǝziridǝ mǝn musapir bolup ⱪaldim.
16 I called my servant, and he gave me no answer; I entreated him with my mouth.
Mǝn qakirimni qaⱪirsam, u manga jawab bǝrmǝydu; Xunga mǝn uningƣa aƣzim bilǝn yelinixim kerǝk.
17 My breath is strange to my wife, though I entreated for the children’s sake of my own body.
Tiniⱪimdin ayalimning ⱪusⱪusi kelidu, Aka-ukilirim sesiⱪliⱪimdin bizar.
18 Yes, young children despised me; I arose, and they spoke against me.
Ⱨǝtta kiqik balilar meni kǝmsitidu; Ornumdin turmaⱪqi bolsam, ular meni ⱨaⱪarǝtlǝydu.
19 All my inward friends abhorred me: and they whom I loved are turned against me.
Mening sirdax dostlirimning ⱨǝmmisi mǝndin nǝprǝtlinidu, Mǝn sɵygǝnlǝr mǝndin yüz ɵridi.
20 My bone sticks to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
Ət-terilirim ustihanlirimƣa qaplixip turidu, Jenim ⱪil üstidǝ ⱪaldi.
21 Have pity on me, have pity on me, O you my friends; for the hand of God has touched me.
Aⱨ, dostlirim, manga iqinglar aƣrisun, iqinglar aƣrisun! Qünki Tǝngrining ⱪoli manga kelip tǝgdi.
22 Why do you persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
Silǝr nemixⱪa Tǝngridǝk manga ziyankǝxlik ⱪilisilǝr? Silǝr nemixⱪa ǝtlirimgǝ xunqǝ toymaysilǝr!
23 Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!
Aⱨ, mening sɵzlirim yezilsidi! Ular bir yazmiƣa pütüklük bolƣan bolatti!
24 That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!
Ular tɵmür ⱪǝlǝm bilǝn ⱪoƣuxun iqigǝ yezilsidi! Əbǝdil’ǝbǝd tax üstigǝ oyup pütülgǝn bolatti!
25 For I know that my redeemer lives, and that he shall stand at the latter day on the earth:
Biraⱪ mǝn xuni bilimǝnki, ɵzümning Ⱨǝmjǝmǝt-Ⱪutⱪuzƣuqim ⱨayattur, U ahirǝt künidǝ yǝr yüzidǝ turup turidu!
26 And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:
Ⱨǝm mening bu terǝ-ǝtlirim buzulƣandin keyin, Mǝn yǝnila tenimdǝ turup Tǝngrini kɵrimǝn!
27 Whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me.
Uni ɵzümla ǝyni ⱨalda kɵrimǝn, Baxⱪa adǝmning ǝmǝs, bǝlki ɵzümning kɵzi bilǝn ⱪaraymǝn; Aⱨ, ⱪǝlbim buningƣa xunqǝ intizardur!
28 But you should say, Why persecute we him, seeing the root of the matter is found in me?
Əgǝr silǝr: «Ixning yiltizi uningdidur, Uni ⱪandaⱪ ⱪilip ⱪistap ⱪoƣliwetǝlǝymiz?!» — desǝnglar,
29 Be you afraid of the sword: for wrath brings the punishments of the sword, that you may know there is a judgment.
Əmdi ɵzünglar ⱪiliqtin ⱪorⱪⱪininglar tüzük! Qünki [Hudaning] ƣǝzipi ⱪiliq jazasini elip kelidu, Xuning bilǝn silǝr [Hudaning] sotining ⱪuruⱪ gǝp ǝmǝslikini bilisilǝr».
