Job 17
1 My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave is ready for me.
Mening roⱨim sunuⱪ, Künlirim tügǝy dǝydu, Gɵrlǝr meni kütmǝktǝ.
2 Yet truly those that mock are with me, and on their offendings must my eye rest.
Ətrapimda aldamqi mazaⱪ ⱪilƣuqilar bar ǝmǝsmu? Kɵzümning ularning eqitⱪuluⱪiƣa tikilip turuxtin baxⱪa amali yoⱪtur.
3 And thou, [Creator!] attend, I pray thee, be my surety with thyself: who else is there that would strike hands with me?
Aⱨ, jenim üqün Ɵzüng haliƣan kapalǝtni elip Ɵzüngning aldida manga borun bolƣaysǝn; Sǝndin baxⱪa kim meni ⱪollap borun bolsun?
4 For thou hast concealed their heart against intelligence: therefore art thou not exalted [through them].
Qünki Sǝn [dostlirimning] kɵnglini yoruⱪluⱪtin ⱪaldurƣansǝn; Xunga Sǝn ularni ƣǝlibidinmu mǝⱨrum ⱪilisǝn!
5 Every one of them speaketh deceptively to his friends: may also the eyes of his children fail.
Ƣǝniymǝt alay dǝp dostliriƣa pǝxwa atⱪan kixining bolsa, Ⱨǝtta balilirining kɵzlirimu kor bolidu.
6 And he hath placed me here as a by-word unto nations; and I become openly as a place of abomination.
U meni ǝl-yurtlarning aldida sɵz-qɵqǝkkǝ ⱪoydi; Mǝn kixilǝr yüzümgǝ tüküridiƣan adǝm bolup ⱪaldim.
7 Therefore is my eye dim from vexation, and my limbs are all of them like a shadow.
Dǝrd-ǝlǝmdin kɵzüm torlixip kǝtti, Barliⱪ ǝzalirim kɵlǝnggidǝk bolup ⱪaldi.
8 Upright men must be astonished at this, and the innocent must arouse himself against the hypocrite.
Bu ixlarni kɵrüp duruslar ⱨǝyranuⱨǝs bolidu; Bigunaⱨlar iplaslarƣa ⱪarxi turuxⱪa ⱪozƣilidu.
9 Yet will the righteous hold firmly on to his way; and he that is clean of hands will acquire additional strength.
Biraⱪ ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy adǝm ɵz yolida qing turidu, Ⱪoli pak yüridiƣan adǝmning küqi tohtawsiz ulƣiyidu.
10 But all of you, do only return, and come but [to me]: and yet I shall not find among you one wise man.
Əmdi ⱪeni, ⱨǝmminglar, yǝnǝ kelinglar; Aranglardin birmu dana adǝm tapalmaymǝn.
11 My days are past, my resolves are broken off, [even the thoughts]—the possessions of my heart.
Künlirim ahirlixay dǝp ⱪaptu, Muddialirim, kɵnglümdiki intizarlar üzüldi.
12 These would change the night into day, the light as near in the presence of darkness.—
Bu adǝmlǝr keqini kündüzgǝ aylandurmaⱪqi; Ular ⱪarangƣuluⱪⱪa ⱪarap: «Nur yeⱪinlixiwatidu» deyixiwatidu.
13 When I hope for the nether world as my house; in the darkness have I spread my couch; (Sheol h7585)
Əgǝr kütsǝm, ɵyüm tǝⱨtisara bolidu; Mǝn ⱪarangƣuluⱪⱪa ornumni raslaymǝn. (Sheol h7585)
14 When I call to corruption, Thou art my father: Thou art my mother, and my sister, to the worms.
«Qirip ketixni: «Sǝn mening atam!», Ⱪurtlarni: «Apa! Aqa!» dǝp qaⱪirimǝn!
15 Ay, where is then my hope? as for my hope, who will see it [fulfilled]?
Undaⱪta ümidim nǝdǝ? Xundaⱪ, ümidimni kim kɵrǝlisun?
