Job 7
1 Is there not a limited time of service to a mortal upon the earth? Are not his days also like the days of a hired laborer?
Insan’gha zéminda jewre-japa chékidighan turmush békitilgen emesmu? Uning künliri bir medikarningkige oxshash emesmu?
2 As a servant eagerly longeth for the shadow, and as a hired laborer hopeth for his reward:
Qul kechqurunning sayisige teshna bolghandek, Medikar öz emgikining heqqini kütkendek,
3 So was I compelled to possess months of vanity, and nights of trouble were counted out unto me.
Mana bihude aylar manga békitilgen, Gheshlikke tolghan kéchiler manga nésip qilin’ghan.
4 When I He down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am wearied with tossings about till the dawn of day.
Men yatqinimda: «Qachan qoparmen?» dep oylaymen, Biraq kech uzundin uzun bolidu, Tang atquche pütün bir kéche men tolghinip yatimen.
5 My flesh is covered with worms and clods of dust: my skin is burst open, and become loathsome.
Etlirim qurtlar hem topa-changlar bilen qaplandi, Térilirim yérilip, yiringlap ketti.
6 My days hasten away more swiftly than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end in the absence of hope.
Künlirim bapkarning mokisidinmu ittik ötidu, Ular ümidsizlik bilen ayaghlishay dep qaldi.
7 Oh remember that nothing but a breath is my life; that my eye will not again see happiness;
[Ah Xuda], méning jénim bir nepesla xalas. Közüm yaxshiliqni qaytidin körmeydighanliqi ésingde bolsun;
8 The eye of him that seeth me now will not behold me again: [thou fixest] thy eyes upon me, and I am no more.
Méni Körgüchining közi ikkinchi qétim manga qarimaydu, Sen neziringni üstümge chüshürginingde, men yoqalghan bolimen.
9 As the cloud vanisheth and passeth away: so will he that goeth down to the nether world not come up again. (Sheol h7585)
Bulut ghayib bolup, qayta körünmigendek, Oxshashla tehtisaragha chüshken adem qaytidin chiqmaydu. (Sheol h7585)
10 He will return no more to his house, and his place will not recognize him any more.
U yene öz öyige qaytmaydu, Öz yurti uni qayta tonumaydu.
11 Therefore will I also not restrain 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 monster, that thou settest a watch over me?
Némishqa Sen üstümdin közet qilisen? Men [xeterlik] bir déngizmu-ya? Yaki déngizdiki bir ejdihamumen?
13 For should I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall help me bear my complaint:
Men: «Ah, yatqan ornum manga rahet béridu, Körpem nale-peryadimgha derman bolidu» — désem,
14 Then wouldst thou frighten me with dreams, and with visions wouldst thou terrify me;
Emdi Sen chüshler bilen méni qorqutiwatisen, Ghayibane alametler bilen manga wehime salisen.
15 So that my soul would choose strangling, death rather than these limbs of mine.
Shuning üchün boghulushumni, ölümni, Bu söngeklirimge qarap olturushtin artuq bilimen.
16 I loathe it; I cannot live for ever: let me alone; for my days are but nought.
Men öz jénimdin toydum; Méning menggüge yashighum yoq, Méni meylimge qoyiwetkin, Méning künlirim bihudidur.
17 What is the mortal, that thou shouldst make him great? and that thou shouldst direct thy heart toward him?
Insan balisi némidi? Sen némishqa uni chong bilisen, Néme dep uninggha köngül bérisen?
18 And that thou shouldst visit him every morning, probe him every moment?
Her etigende uni sürüshtürüp kélisen, Her nepes uni sinaysen!
19 How long wilt thou not turn thy regard from me, nor let; me loose 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 [injury] can I cause unto thee, O thou Guardian of men? why hast thou set me as an object for thee to strike at, so that I am become 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 wilt thou not forgive my transgression, and let my iniquity pass away? for soon must I lie down in the dust; and thou wilt seek for me, but I shall be no more.
Sen némishqa méning itaetsizlikimni kechürüm qilip, Gunahimni saqit qilmaysen? Chünki men pat arida topining ichide uxlaymen; Sen méni izdep kélisen, lékin men mewjut bolmaymen».
