Job 27
1 And Job adds to lift up his allegory and says:
Ayup bayanini dawamlaxturup mundaⱪ dedi: —
2 “God lives! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty—He made my soul bitter.
«Mening ⱨǝⱪⱪimni tartiwalƣan Tǝngrining ⱨayati bilǝn, Jenimni aƣritⱪan Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadirning ⱨǝⱪⱪi bilǝn ⱪǝsǝm ⱪilimǝnki,
3 For all the while my breath [is] in me, And the wind of God in my nostrils.
Tenimdǝ nǝpǝs bolsila, Tǝngrining bǝrgǝn Roⱨi dimiƣimda tursila,
4 My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue does not utter deceit.
Lǝwlirimdin ⱨǝⱪⱪaniysiz sɵzlǝr qiⱪmaydu, Tilim aldamqiliⱪ bilǝn ⱨeq xiwirlimaydu!
5 Defilement to me—if I justify you, Until I expire I do not turn aside my integrity from me.
Silǝrningkini toƣra deyix mǝndin yiraⱪ tursun! Jenim qiⱪⱪanƣa ⱪǝdǝr durusluⱪumni ɵzümdin ayrimaymǝn!
6 On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart does not reproach me while I live.
Adilliⱪimni qing tutuwerimǝn, uni ⱪoyup bǝrmǝymǝn, Wijdanim yaxiƣan ⱨeqbir künümdǝ meni ǝyiblimisun!
7 My enemy is as the wicked, And my withstander as the perverse.
Mening düxminim rǝzillǝrgǝ ohxax bolsun, Manga ⱪarxi qiⱪⱪanlar ⱨǝⱪⱪaniysiz dǝp ⱪaralsun.
8 For what [is] the hope of the profane, When He cuts off? When God casts off his soul?
Qünki Tǝngri iplas adǝmni üzüp taxliƣanda, Uning jenini alƣanda, Uning yǝnǝ nemǝ ümidi ⱪalar?
9 [Does] God hear his cry, When distress comes on him?
Balayi’apǝt uni besip qüxkǝndǝ, Tǝngri uning nalǝ-pǝryadini anglamdu?
10 Does he delight himself on the Mighty? Call God at all times?
U Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadirdin sɵyünǝmdu? U ⱨǝrdaim Tǝngrigǝ iltija ⱪilalamdu?
11 I show you by the hand of God, That which [is] with the Mighty I do not hide.
Mǝn Tǝngrining ⱪolining ⱪilƣanliri toƣrisida silǝrgǝ mǝlumat berǝy; Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadirda nemǝ barliⱪini yoxurup yürmǝymǝn.
12 Behold, you—all of you—have seen, And why [is] this—you are altogether vain?
Mana silǝr alliburun bularni kɵrüp qiⱪtinglar; Silǝr nemixⱪa axundaⱪ pütünlǝy ⱪuruⱪ hiyalliⱪ bolup ⱪaldinglar?
13 This [is] the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones They receive from the Mighty.
Rǝzil adǝmlǝrning Tǝngri bekitkǝn aⱪiwiti xundaⱪki, Zorawanlarning Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadirdin alidiƣan nesiwisi xundaⱪki: —
14 If his sons multiply—a sword [is] for them. And his offspring [are] not satisfied [with] bread.
Uning baliliri kɵpǝysǝ, ⱪiliqlinix üqünla kɵpiyidu; Uning pǝrzǝntlirining neni yetixmǝydu.
15 His remnant are buried in death, And his widows do not weep.
Uning ɵzidin keyin ⱪalƣan adǝmliri ɵlüm bilǝn biwasitǝ dǝpnǝ ⱪilinidu, Buning bilǝn ⱪalƣan tul hotunliri matǝm tutmaydu.
16 If he heaps up silver as dust, And prepares clothing as clay,
U kümüxlǝrni topa-qangdǝk yiƣip dɵwilisimu, Kiyim-keqǝklǝrni laydǝk kɵp yiƣsimu,
17 He prepares—and the righteous puts [it] on, And the innocent apportions the silver.
Bularning ⱨǝmmisini tǝyyarlisimu, Biraⱪ kiyimlǝrni ⱨǝⱪⱪaniylar kiyidu; Bigunaⱨlarmu kümüxlǝrni bɵlüxidu.
18 He has built his house as a moth, And as a shelter a watchman has made.
Uning yasiƣan ɵyi pǝrwanining ƣozisidǝk, Üzümzarning kɵzǝtqisi ɵzigǝ salƣan kǝpidǝk box bolidu.
19 He lies down rich, and he is not gathered, He has opened his eyes, and he is not.
U bay bolup yetip dǝm alƣini bilǝn, Biraⱪ ǝng ahirⱪi ⱪetim keliduki, Kɵzini aqⱪanda, ǝmdi tügǝxtim dǝydu.
20 Terrors overtake him as waters, By night a whirlwind has stolen him away.
Wǝⱨimilǝr kǝlkündǝk bexiƣa kelidu; Kǝqtǝ ⱪara ⱪuyun uni qanggiliƣa alidu.
21 An east wind takes him up, and he goes, And it frightens him from his place,
Xǝrⱪ xamili uni uqurup ketidu; Xiddǝt bilǝn uni ornidin elip yiraⱪⱪa etip taxlaydu.
22 And it casts at him, and does not spare, He diligently flees from its hand.
Boran uni ⱨeq ayimay, bexiƣa urulidu; U uning qanggilidin ⱪutulux üqün ⱨǝ dǝp urunidu;
23 It claps its hands at him, And it hisses at him from his place.”
Biraⱪ [xamal] uningƣa ⱪarap qawak qalidu, Uni ornidin «ux-ux» ⱪilip ⱪoƣliwetidu».
