Job 13
1 “Behold, my eye has seen all, My ear has heard, and it attends to it.
Mana, mening kɵzüm bularning ⱨǝmmisini kɵrüp qiⱪⱪan; Mening ⱪuliⱪim bularni anglap qüxǝngǝn.
2 According to your knowledge I have known—also I. I am not more fallen than you.
Silǝrning bilgǝnliringlarni mǝnmu bilimǝn; Mening silǝrdin ⱪelixⱪuqilikim yoⱪ.
3 Yet I speak for the Mighty One, And I delight to argue for God.
Biraⱪ mening arzuyum Ⱨǝmmigǝ ⱪadir bilǝn sɵzlixixtur, Mening Huda bilǝn munazirǝ ⱪilƣum kelidu.
4 And yet, you [are] forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nothing—all of you,
Silǝr bolsanglar tɵⱨmǝt qapliƣuqilar, Ⱨǝmminglar yaramsiz tewipsilǝr.
5 O that you would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom.
Silǝr pǝⱪǝtla süküttǝ turƣan bolsanglar’idi! Bu silǝr üqün danaliⱪ bolatti!
6 Please hear my argument, And attend to the pleadings of my lips,
Mening munazirǝmgǝ ⱪulaⱪ selinglar, Lǝwlirimdiki muⱨakimilǝrni anglap beⱪinglar.
7 Do you speak perverseness for God? And do you speak deceit for Him?
Silǝr Hudaning wakalǝtqisi süpitidǝ boluwelip biadil sɵz ⱪilamsilǝr? Uning üqün ⱨiylǝ-mikirlik gǝp ⱪilmaⱪqimusilǝr?
8 Do you accept His face, if you strive for God?
Uningƣa yüz-hatirǝ ⱪilip [huxamǝt] ⱪilmaⱪqimusilǝr?! Uningƣa wakalitǝn dǝwa sorimaⱪqimusilǝr?
9 Is [it] good that He searches you, If, as one mocks at a man, you mock at Him?
U iq-baƣringlarni ahturup qiⱪsa, silǝr üqün yahxi bolattimu? Insan balisini aldiƣandǝk uni aldimaⱪqimusilǝr?
10 He surely reproves you, if you accept faces in secret.
Silǝr yüz-hatirǝ ⱪilip yoxurunqǝ huxamǝt ⱪilsanglar, U qoⱪum silǝrni ǝyiblǝydu.
11 Does His excellence not terrify you? And His dread fall on you?
Buningdin kɵrǝ Uning ⱨǝywisining silǝrni ⱪorⱪatⱪini, Uning wǝⱨimisining silǝrgǝ qüxkini tüzük ǝmǝsmu?
12 Your remembrances [are] allegories of ashes, For high places of clay [are] your heights.
Pǝnd-nǝsiⱨǝtinglar pǝⱪǝt külgǝ ohxax sɵzlǝr, halas; Silǝr [ixǝnq baƣliƣan] istiⱨkaminglar pǝⱪǝt lay istiⱨkamlar, halas.
13 Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me what will.
Meni ihtiyarimƣa ⱪoyuwetip zuwan sürmǝnglar, meni gǝp ⱪilƣili ⱪoyunglar. Beximƣa ⱨǝrnemǝ kǝlsǝ kǝlsun!
14 Why do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
Ⱪandaⱪla bolmisun, jenim bilǝn tǝwǝkkul ⱪilimǝn, Mǝn jenimni alⱪinimƣa elip ⱪoyimǝn!
15 Behold, He slays me—I do not wait! Only, I argue my ways to His face.
U jenimni alsimu mǝn yǝnila Uni kütimǝn, Uningƣa tayinimǝn; Biraⱪ ⱪandaⱪla bolmisun mǝn tutⱪan yollirimni Uning aldida aⱪlimaⱪqimǝn;
16 Also—He [is] to me for salvation, For the profane do not come before Him.
Bundaⱪ ⱪilixim manga nijatliⱪ bolidu; Qünki iplas bir adǝm uning aldiƣa baralmaydu.
17 Hear my word diligently, And my declaration with your ears.
Sɵzlirimni diⱪⱪǝt bilǝn anglanglar, Bayanlirimƣa obdan ⱪulaⱪ selinglar.
18 Now behold, I have set the cause in order, I have known that I am righteous.
Mana, mǝn ɵz dǝwayimni tǝrtipliⱪ ⱪilip tǝyyar ⱪildim; Mǝn ɵzümning ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝtǝn aⱪlinidiƣanliⱪimni bilimǝn.
19 Who [is] he that strives with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
Mǝn bilǝn bǝs-munazirǝ ⱪilidiƣan ⱪeni kim barkin? Ⱨazir süküt ⱪilƣan bolsam, tiniⱪtin tohtiƣan bolattim!
20 Only two things, O God, do with me, Then I am not hidden from Your face:
[Aⱨ Huda]! Manga pǝⱪǝt ikki ixnila ⱪilip bǝrgin; Xundaⱪ bolƣandila, mǝn ɵzümni Sǝndin ⱪaqurmaymǝn:
21 Put Your hand far off from me, And do not let Your terror terrify me.
— Ⱪolungni mǝndin yiraⱪ ⱪilƣin; — Wǝⱨimǝng meni ⱪorⱪatmisun.
22 And You call, and I answer, Or—I speak, and You answer me.
Andin meni sot ⱪilixⱪa qaⱪir, mǝn sanga jawab berimǝn; Yaki mǝn Sanga [dǝwayimdin] sɵz ⱪilsam, Sǝnmu manga jawab berisǝn.
23 How many iniquities and sins do I have? Let me know my transgression and my sin.
Mening ⱪǝbiⱨliklirim ⱨǝm gunaⱨlirim zadi ⱪanqilik? Itaǝtsizlikim ⱨǝm gunaⱨimni manga kɵrsitip bǝr!
24 Why do You hide Your face? And reckon me for an enemy to You?
Nemixⱪa didaringni mǝndin yoxurisǝn? Nemixⱪa meni Ɵz düxmining dǝp bilding?
25 Do You terrify a leaf driven away? And do You pursue the dry stubble?
Uyaⱪ-buyaⱪⱪa uquruwetilidiƣan anqiki bir yopurmaⱪni wǝⱨimigǝ salmaⱪqimusǝn? Ⱪurup kǝtkǝn pahalni ⱪoƣlimaⱪqimusǝn?
26 For You write bitter things against me, And cause me to possess iniquities of my youth,
Qünki Sǝn mening üstümdin zǝⱨǝrdǝk ǝrzlǝrni yazisǝn, Sǝn yaxliⱪimdiki ⱪǝbiⱨliklirimni manga ⱪayturuwatisǝn.
27 And you put my feet in the stocks, And observe all my paths—You set a print on the roots of my feet,
Mǝn qirip kǝtkǝn bir nǝrsǝ, Mǝn pǝⱪǝt küyǝ yegǝn bir kiyimla bolƣinim bilǝn, Lekin Sǝn mening putlirimni kixǝnlǝysǝn, Ⱨǝmmǝ yollirimni kɵzitip yürisǝn; Tapanlirimƣa mangmasliⱪ üqün qǝk sizip ⱪoyƣansǝn.
28 And he, as a rotten thing, wears away, A moth has consumed him as a garment.”
