Job 16
1 And Job answers and says:
Andin Ayup jawabǝn mundaⱪ dedi: —
2 “I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters [are] you all.
Mǝn muxundaⱪ gǝplǝrni kɵp angliƣanmǝn; Silǝr ⱨǝmminglar azab yǝtküzidiƣan ajayib tǝsǝlli bǝrgüqi ikǝnsilǝr-ⱨǝ!
3 Is there an end to words of wind? Or what emboldens you that you answer?
Mundaⱪ watildap ⱪilƣan gǝpliringlarning qeki barmu? Silǝrgǝ mundaⱪ jawab berixkǝ zadi nemǝ ⱪutratⱪuluⱪ ⱪildi?
4 I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul’s stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.
Halisamla ɵzüm silǝrgǝ ohxax sɵz ⱪilalayttim; Silǝr mening ornumda bolidiƣan bolsanglar, Mǝnmu sɵzlǝrni baƣlaxturup eytip, silǝrgǝ zǝrbǝ ⱪilalaytim, Beximnimu silǝrgǝ ⱪaritip qayⱪiyalayttim!
5 I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.
Ⱨalbuki, mǝn ǝksiqǝ aƣzim bilǝn silǝrni riƣbǝtlǝndürǝttim, Lǝwlirimning tǝsǝllisi silǝrgǝ dora-dǝrman bolatti.
6 If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease—what goes from me?
Lekin mening sɵzlixim bilǝn azabim azaymaydu; Yaki gepimni iqimgǝ yutuwalisammu, manga nemǝ aramqiliⱪ bolsun?
7 Only, now, it has wearied me; You have desolated all my company,
Biraⱪ U meni ⱨalsizlandürüwǝtti; Xundaⱪ, Sǝn pütkül ailǝmni wǝyran ⱪiliwǝtting!
8 And You loathe me, For it has been a witness, And my failure rises up against me, It testifies in my face.
Sǝn meni ⱪamalliding! Xuning bilǝn [ǝⱨwalim manga] guwaⱨliⱪ ⱪilmaⱪta; Mening oruⱪ-ⱪaⱪxal [bǝdinim] ornidin turup ɵzümni ǝyiblǝp guwaⱨliⱪ ⱪilidu!
9 His anger has torn, and He hates me, He has gnashed at me with His teeth, My adversary sharpens His eyes for me.
Uning ƣǝzipi meni titma ⱪilip, Meni ow oljisi ⱪilidu; U manga ⱪarap qixini ƣuqurlitidu; Mening düxminimdǝk kɵzini alayitip manga tikidu.
10 They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have struck my cheeks, Together they set themselves against me.
[Adǝmlǝr] manga ⱪarap [mazaⱪ ⱪilixip] aƣzini aqidu; Ular nǝprǝt bilǝn mǝngzimgǝ kaqatlaydu; Manga ⱨujum ⱪilay dǝp sǝp tüzidu.
11 God shuts me up to the perverse, And turns me over to the hands of the wicked.
Huda meni ǝskilǝrgǝ tapxurƣan; Meni rǝzillǝrning ⱪoliƣa taxliwǝtkǝnikǝn.
12 I have been at ease, and He breaks me, And He has laid hold on my neck, And He breaks me in pieces, And He raises me to Him for a mark.
Əslidǝ mǝn tinq-amanliⱪta turattim, biraⱪ u meni paqaⱪlidi; U boynumdin silkip bitqit ⱪiliwǝtti, Meni Ɵz nixani ⱪilƣanikǝn.
13 His archers go around against me. He split my reins, and does not spare, He pours out my gall to the earth.
Uning oⱪyaqiliri meni ⱪapsiwaldi; Ⱨeq ayimay U üqǝy-baƣrimni yirtip, Ɵtümni yǝrgǝ tɵküwǝtti.
14 He breaks me—breach on breach, He runs on me as a mighty one.
U u yǝr-bu yerimgǝ üsti-üstilǝp zǝhim ⱪilip bɵsüp kiridu; U palwandǝk manga ⱪarap etilidu.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, And have rolled my horn in the dust.
Terǝmning üstigǝ bɵz rǝht tikip ⱪoydum; Ɵz izzǝt-ⱨɵrmitimni topa-qangƣa selip ⱪoydum.
16 My face is foul with weeping, And on my eyelids [is] death-shade.
Gǝrqǝ ⱪolumda ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ zorawanliⱪ bolmisimu, Duayim qin dilimdin bolƣan bolsimu, Yüzüm yiƣa-zaridin ⱪizirip kǝtti; Ⱪapaⱪlirimni ɵlüm sayisi basti.
17 Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer [is] pure.
18 O earth, do not cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry.
Aⱨ, yǝr-zemin, ⱪenimni yapmiƣin! Nalǝ-pǝryadim tohtaydiƣanƣa jay bolmiƣay!
19 Also, now, behold, my witness [is] in the heavens, And my testifier in the high places.
Biraⱪ mana, asmanlarda ⱨazirmu manga xaⱨit Bolƣuqi bar! Ərxlǝrdǝ manga kapalǝt Bolƣuqi bar!
20 My interpreter [is] my friend, My eye has dropped to God;
Ɵz dostlirim meni mazaⱪ ⱪilƣini bilǝn, Biraⱪ kɵzüm tehiqǝ Tǝngrigǝ yax tɵkmǝktǝ.
21 And He reasons for a man with God, As a son of man for his friend.
Aⱨ, insan balisi dosti üqün kelixtürgüqi bolƣandǝk, Tǝngri bilǝn adǝm otturisidimu kelixtürgüqi bolsidi!
22 When a few years come, Then I go [on] the path of no return.”
Qünki yǝnǝ birnǝqqǝ yil ɵtüxi bilǝnla, Mǝn barsa ⱪaytmas yolda mengip ⱪalimǝn.
