Job 7
1 Is not the life of man upon earth a state of trial? and his existence as that of a hireling by the day?
Insanƣa zeminda jǝwrǝ-japa qekidiƣan turmux bekitilgǝn ǝmǝsmu? Uning künliri bir mǝdikarningkigǝ ohxax ǝmǝsmu?
2 Or as a servant that fears his master, and one who has grasped a shadow? or as a hireling waiting for his pay?
Ⱪul kǝqⱪurunning sayisigǝ tǝxna bolƣandǝk, Mǝdikar ɵz ǝmgikining ⱨǝⱪⱪini kütkǝndǝk,
3 So have I also endured months of vanity, and nights of pain have been appointed me.
Mana biⱨudǝ aylar manga bekitilgǝn, Ƣǝxlikkǝ tolƣan keqilǝr manga nesip ⱪilinƣan.
4 Whenever I lie down, I say, When [will it be] day? and whenever I rise up, again [I say] when [will it be] evening? and I am full of pains from evening to morning.
Mǝn yatⱪinimda: «Ⱪaqan ⱪoparmǝn?» dǝp oylaymǝn, Biraⱪ kǝq uzundin uzun bolidu, Tang atⱪuqǝ pütün bir keqǝ mǝn tolƣinip yatimǝn.
5 And my body is covered with loathsome worms; and I waste away, scraping off clods of dust from my eruption.
Ətlirim ⱪurtlar ⱨǝm topa-qanglar bilǝn ⱪaplandi, Terilirim yerilip, yiringlap kǝtti.
6 And my life is lighter than a word, and has perished in vain hope.
Künlirim bapkarning mokisidinmu ittik ɵtidu, Ular ümidsizlik bilǝn ayaƣlixay dǝp ⱪaldi.
7 Remember then that my life is breath, and mine eye shall not yet again see good.
[Aⱨ Huda], mening jenim bir nǝpǝsla halas. Kɵzüm yahxiliⱪni ⱪaytidin kɵrmǝydiƣanliⱪi esingdǝ bolsun;
8 The eye of him that sees me shall not see me [again]: your eyes are upon me, and I am no more.
Meni Kɵrgüqining kɵzi ikkinqi ⱪetim manga ⱪarimaydu, Sǝn nǝziringni üstümgǝ qüxürginingdǝ, mǝn yoⱪalƣan bolimǝn.
9 [I am] as a cloud that is cleared away from the sky: for if a man go down to the grave, he shall not come up again: (Sheol h7585)
Bulut ƣayib bolup, ⱪayta kɵrünmigǝndǝk, Ohxaxla tǝⱨtisaraƣa qüxkǝn adǝm ⱪaytidin qiⱪmaydu. (Sheol h7585)
10 and he shall surely not return to his own house, neither shall his place know him any more.
U yǝnǝ ɵz ɵyigǝ ⱪaytmaydu, Ɵz yurti uni ⱪayta tonumaydu.
11 Then neither will I refrain my mouth: I will speak being in distress; being in anguish I will disclose the bitterness of my soul.
Xunga mǝn aƣzimni yummay, Roⱨimning dǝrd-ǝlimi bilǝn sɵz ⱪilay, Jenimning azabidin zarlaymǝn.
12 Am I a sea, or a serpent, that you have set a watch over me?
Nemixⱪa Sǝn üstümdin kɵzǝt ⱪilisǝn? Mǝn [hǝtǝrlik] bir dengizmu-ya? Yaki dengizdiki bir ǝjdiⱨamumǝn?
13 I said that my bed should comfort me, and I would privately counsel with myself on my couch.
Mǝn: «Aⱨ, yatⱪan ornum manga raⱨǝt beridu, Kɵrpǝm nalǝ-pǝryadimƣa dǝrman bolidu» — desǝm,
14 You scare me with dreams, and do terrify me with visions.
Əmdi Sǝn qüxlǝr bilǝn meni ⱪorⱪutiwatisǝn, Ƣayibanǝ alamǝtlǝr bilǝn manga wǝⱨimǝ salisǝn.
15 You will separate life from my spirit; and yet [keep] my bones from death.
Xuning üqün boƣuluxumni, ɵlümni, Bu sɵngǝklirimgǝ ⱪarap olturuxtin artuⱪ bilimǝn.
16 For I shall not live for ever, that I should patiently endure: depart from me, for my life [is] vain.
Mǝn ɵz jenimdin toydum; Mening mǝnggügǝ yaxiƣum yoⱪ, Meni mǝylimgǝ ⱪoyiwǝtkin, Mening künlirim biⱨudidur.
17 For what is man, that you have magnified him? or that you give heed to him?
Insan balisi nemidi? Sǝn nemixⱪa uni qong bilisǝn, Nemǝ dǝp uningƣa kɵngül berisǝn?
18 Will you visit him till the morning, and judge him till [the time of] rest?
Ⱨǝr ǝtigǝndǝ uni sürüxtürüp kelisǝn, Ⱨǝr nǝpǝs uni sinaysǝn!
19 How long do you not let me alone, nor let me go, until I shall swallow down my spittle?
Ⱪaqanƣiqǝ meningdin nǝziringni almaysǝn, Manga ⱪaqanƣiqǝ aƣzimdiki seriⱪ suni yutuwalƣudǝk aram bǝrmǝysǝn?
20 If I have sinned, what shall I be able to do, O you that understand the mind of men? why have you made me as your accuser, and [why] am I a burden to you?
Mǝn gunaⱨ ⱪilƣan bolsammu, i insaniyǝtni Kɵzǝtküqi, Sanga nemǝ ⱪiliptimǝn?! Mǝn Sanga yük bolup ⱪaldimmu? Buning bilǝn meni Ɵzünggǝ zǝrbǝ nixani ⱪilƣansǝnmu?
21 Why have you not forgotten my iniquity, and purged my sin? but now I shall depart to the earth; and in the morning I am no more.
Sǝn nemixⱪa mening itaǝtsizlikimni kǝqürüm ⱪilip, Gunaⱨimni saⱪit ⱪilmaysǝn? Qünki mǝn pat arida topining iqidǝ uhlaymǝn; Sǝn meni izdǝp kelisǝn, lekin mǝn mǝwjut bolmaymǝn».
