Job 20
1 And Zophar the Naamathite answers and says:
Andin Naamatliⱪ Zofar jawabǝn mundaⱪ dedi: —
2 “Therefore my thoughts cause me to answer, And because of my sensations in me.
«Meni biaram ⱪilƣan hiyallar jawab berixkǝ ündǝwatidu, Qünki ⱪǝlbim biaramliⱪta ɵrtǝnmǝktǝ.
3 I hear the discipline of my shame, And the spirit of my understanding causes me to answer:
Mǝn manga ⱨaⱪarǝt kǝltürüp, meni ǝyiblǝydiƣan sɵzlǝrni anglidim, Xunga mening roⱨ-zeⱨnim meni jawab berixkǝ ⱪistidi.
4 Have you known this from antiquity? Since the placing of man on earth?
Sǝn xuni bilmǝmsǝnki, Yǝr yüzidǝ Adǝm’atimiz apiridǝ bolƣandin beri,
5 That the singing of the wicked [is] short, And the joy of the profane for a moment,
Rǝzillǝrning ƣalibǝ tǝntǝnisi ⱪisⱪidur, Iplaslarning huxalliⱪi birdǝmliktur.
6 Though his excellence goes up to the heavens, He strikes his head against a cloud—
Undaⱪ kixining xan-xǝripi asmanƣa yǝtkǝn bolsimu, Bexi bulutlarƣa taⱪaxsimu,
7 He perishes as his own dung forever, His beholders say, Where [is] he?
Yǝnila ɵzining poⱪidǝk yoⱪap ketidu; Uni kɵrgǝnlǝr: «U nǝdidur?» dǝydu.
8 He flees as a dream, and they do not find him, And he is driven away as a vision of the night,
U qüxtǝk uqup ketidu, Ⱪayta tapⱪili bolmaydu; Keqidiki ƣayibanǝ alamǝttǝk u ⱨǝydiwetilidu.
9 The eye has not seen him, and does not add. And his place does not behold him again.
Uni kɵrgǝn kɵz ikkinqi uni kɵrmǝydu, Uning turƣan jayi uni ⱪayta uqratmaydu.
10 His sons oppress the poor, And his hands give back his wealth.
Uning oƣulliri miskinlǝrgǝ xǝpⱪǝt ⱪilixⱪa mǝjburlinidu; Xuningdǝk u ⱨǝtta ɵz ⱪoli bilǝn bayliⱪlirini ⱪayturup beridu.
11 His bones have been full of his youth, and it lies down with him on the dust.
Uning ustihanliri yaxliⱪ maƣduriƣa tolƣan bolsimu, Biraⱪ [uning maƣduri] uning bilǝn billǝ topa-qangda yetip ⱪalidu.
12 Though he sweetens evil in his mouth, hides it under his tongue,
Gǝrqǝ rǝzillik uning aƣzida tatliⱪ tetiƣan bolsimu, U uni til astiƣa yoxurƣan bolsimu,
13 has pity on it, and does not forsake it, and keeps it back in the midst of his palate,
U uni yutⱪusi kǝlmǝy meⱨrini üzǝlmisimu, U uni aƣzida ⱪaldursimu,
14 his food is turned in his bowels, the bitterness of cobras [is] in his heart.
Biraⱪ uning ⱪarnidiki tamiⱪi ɵzgirip, Kobra yilanning zǝⱨǝrigǝ aylinidu.
15 He has swallowed wealth, and vomits it. God drives it out from his belly.
U bayliⱪlarni yutuwetidu, biraⱪ ularni yanduridu; Huda ularni axⱪazinidin qiⱪiriwetidu.
16 He sucks [the] gall of cobras, the tongue of a viper slays him.
U kobra yilanning zǝⱨǝrini xoraydu, Qar yilanning nǝxtiri uni ɵltüridu.
17 He does not look on streams, Flowing of brooks of honey and butter.
U ⱪaytidin eriⱪ-ɵstǝnglǝrgǝ ⱨǝwǝs bilǝn ⱪariyalmaydu, Bal wǝ seriⱪ may bilǝn aⱪidiƣan dǝryalardin ⱨuzurlinalmaydu.
18 He is giving back [what] he labored for, and does not consume [it]; As a bulwark [is] his exchange, and he does not exult.
U erixkǝnni yutalmay ⱪayturidu, Tijarǝt ⱪilƣan paydisidin u ⱨeq ⱨuzurlinalmaydu.
19 For he oppressed—he forsook the poor, He has taken a house away violently, And he does not build it.
Qünki u miskinlǝrni ezip, ularni taxliwǝtkǝn; U ɵzi salmiƣan ɵyni igiliwalƣan.
20 For he has not known ease in his belly. With his desirable thing he does not deliver himself.
U aqkɵzlüktin ǝsla zerikmǝydu, U arzuliƣan nǝrsiliridin ⱨeqⱪaysisini saⱪlap ⱪalalmaydu.
21 There is not a remnant to his food, Therefore his good does not stay.
Uningƣa yutuwalƣudǝk ⱨeqnǝrsǝ ⱪalmaydu, Xunga uning bayaxatliⱪi mǝnggülük bolmaydu.
22 In the fullness of his sufficiency he is constricted. Every perverse hand meets him.
Uning toⱪⱪuzi tǝl bolƣanda, tuyuⱪsiz ⱪisilqiliⱪⱪa uqraydu; Ⱨǝrbir ezilgüqining ⱪoli uningƣa ⱪarxi qiⱪidu.
23 It comes to pass, at the filling of his belly, He sends forth against him The fierceness of His anger, Indeed, He rains on him in his eating.
U ⱪorsiⱪini toyƣuziwatⱪinida, Huda dǝⱨxǝtlik ƣǝzipini uningƣa qüxüridu; U ƣizaliniwatⱪanda [ƣǝzipini] uning üstigǝ yaƣduridu.
24 He flees from an iron weapon, A bow of bronze passes through him.
U tɵmür ⱪoraldin ⱪeqip ⱪutulsimu, Biraⱪ mis oⱪya uni sanjiydu.
25 One has drawn, And it comes out from the body, And a glittering weapon proceeds from his gall. Terrors [are] on him.
Tǝgkǝn oⱪ kǝynidin tartip qiⱪiriwelginidǝ, Yaltiraⱪ oⱪ uqi ɵttin qiⱪiriwelginidǝ, Wǝⱨimilǝr uni basidu.
26 All darkness is hid for his treasures, A fire not blown consumes him, The remnant is broken in his tent.
Zulmǝt ⱪarangƣuluⱪ uning bayliⱪlirini yutuwetixkǝ tǝyyar turidu, Insan püwlimigǝn ot uni yutuwalidu, Uning qedirida ⱪelip ⱪalƣanlirinimu yutuwetidu.
27 The heavens reveal his iniquity, And earth is raising itself against him.
Asmanlar uning ⱪǝbiⱨlikini axkarilaydu; Yǝr-zeminmu uningƣa ⱪarxi ⱪozƣilidu.
28 The increase of his house is removed, Poured forth in a day of His anger.
Uning mal-dunyasi elip ketilidu, [Hudaning] ƣǝzǝplik künidǝ kǝlkün ulƣiyip ɵy-bisatini ƣulitidu.
29 This [is] the portion of a wicked man from God. And an inheritance appointed him by God.”
Hudaning rǝzil adǝmgǝ bǝlgiligǝn nesiwisi mana xundaⱪtur, Bu Huda uningƣa bekitkǝn mirastur».
