< Job 17 >

1 “My spirit has been destroyed, My days extinguished—graves [are] for me.
Mening roⱨim sunuⱪ, Künlirim tügǝy dǝydu, Gɵrlǝr meni kütmǝktǝ.
2 If not—mockeries [are] with me. And my eye lodges in their provocations.
Ətrapimda aldamqi mazaⱪ ⱪilƣuqilar bar ǝmǝsmu? Kɵzümning ularning eqitⱪuluⱪiƣa tikilip turuxtin baxⱪa amali yoⱪtur.
3 Now place my pledge with You; Who is he that strikes hand with me?
Aⱨ, jenim üqün Ɵzüng haliƣan kapalǝtni elip Ɵzüngning aldida manga borun bolƣaysǝn; Sǝndin baxⱪa kim meni ⱪollap borun bolsun?
4 For You have hidden their heart from understanding, Therefore You do not exalt them.
Qünki Sǝn [dostlirimning] kɵnglini yoruⱪluⱪtin ⱪaldurƣansǝn; Xunga Sǝn ularni ƣǝlibidinmu mǝⱨrum ⱪilisǝn!
5 For a portion he shows friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.
Ƣǝniymǝt alay dǝp dostliriƣa pǝxwa atⱪan kixining bolsa, Ⱨǝtta balilirining kɵzlirimu kor bolidu.
6 And He set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And I am a wonder before them.
U meni ǝl-yurtlarning aldida sɵz-qɵqǝkkǝ ⱪoydi; Mǝn kixilǝr yüzümgǝ tüküridiƣan adǝm bolup ⱪaldim.
7 And my eye is dim from sorrow, And my members—all of them—as a shadow.
Dǝrd-ǝlǝmdin kɵzüm torlixip kǝtti, Barliⱪ ǝzalirim kɵlǝnggidǝk bolup ⱪaldi.
8 The upright are astonished at this, and the innocent stirs himself up against the profane.
Bu ixlarni kɵrüp duruslar ⱨǝyranuⱨǝs bolidu; Bigunaⱨlar iplaslarƣa ⱪarxi turuxⱪa ⱪozƣilidu.
9 And the righteous lays hold [on] his way, And the clean of hands adds strength.
Biraⱪ ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy adǝm ɵz yolida qing turidu, Ⱪoli pak yüridiƣan adǝmning küqi tohtawsiz ulƣiyidu.
10 But please return and come in, all of you, And I do not find a wise man among you.
Əmdi ⱪeni, ⱨǝmminglar, yǝnǝ kelinglar; Aranglardin birmu dana adǝm tapalmaymǝn.
11 My days have passed by, My plans have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
Künlirim ahirlixay dǝp ⱪaptu, Muddialirim, kɵnglümdiki intizarlar üzüldi.
12 They appoint night for day, Light [is] near because of darkness.
Bu adǝmlǝr keqini kündüzgǝ aylandurmaⱪqi; Ular ⱪarangƣuluⱪⱪa ⱪarap: «Nur yeⱪinlixiwatidu» deyixiwatidu.
13 If I wait—Sheol [is] my house, In darkness I have spread out my bed. (Sheol h7585)
Əgǝr kütsǝm, ɵyüm tǝⱨtisara bolidu; Mǝn ⱪarangƣuluⱪⱪa ornumni raslaymǝn. (Sheol h7585)
14 To corruption I have called: You [are] my father. To the worm: My mother and my sister.
«Qirip ketixni: «Sǝn mening atam!», Ⱪurtlarni: «Apa! Aqa!» dǝp qaⱪirimǝn!
15 And where [is] my hope now? Indeed, my hope, who beholds it?
Undaⱪta ümidim nǝdǝ? Xundaⱪ, ümidimni kim kɵrǝlisun?
16 You go down [to] the parts of Sheol, If we may rest together on the dust.” (Sheol h7585)
Ümidim tǝⱨtisaraning tɵmür pǝnjiriliri iqigǝ qüxüp ketidu! Biz birliktǝ topiƣa kirip ketimiz! (Sheol h7585)

< Job 17 >