Job 30
1 “And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed to set With the dogs of my flock.
— «Biraq hazir bolsa, yashlar méni mazaq qilidu, Ularning dadilirini hetta padamni baqidighan itlar bilen bille ishleshke yol qoyushnimu yaman körettim.
2 Also—the power of their hands, why [is it] to me? On them old age has perished.
Ularning maghduri ketkendin kéyin, Qolidiki küch manga néme payda yetküzelisun?
3 With want and with harsh famine, They are gnawing a dry place [in] the recent night, [In] desolation and ruin,
Yoqsuzluq hem achliqtin yiglep ketken, Ular uzundin buyan chölderep ketken desht-bayawanda quruq yerni ghajaydu.
4 Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And their food [is] root of broom trees.
Ular emen-shiwaqni chatqallar arisidin yulidu, Shumbuyining yiltizlirinimu térip özlirige nan qilidu.
5 They are cast out from the midst (They shout against them as a thief),
Ular el-yurtlardin heydiwétilgen bolidu, Kishiler ularni körüpla oghrini körgendek warqirap tillaydu.
6 To dwell in a frightful place of valleys, Holes of earth and clefts.
Shuning bilen ular sürlük jilghilarda qonup, Tashlar arisida, gharlar ichide yashashqa mejbur bolidu.
7 They groan among shrubs, They are gathered together under nettles.
Chatqalliq arisida ular hangrap kétidu, Tikenler astida ular dügdiyip olturishidu;
8 Sons of folly—even sons without name, They have been struck from the land.
Nadanlarning, nam-abruyisizlarning baliliri, Ular zémindin sürtoqay heydiwétilgen.
9 And now, I have been their song, And I am to them for a byword.
Men hazir bolsam bularning hejwiy naxshisi, Hetta söz-chöchikining destiki bolup qaldim!
10 They have detested me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.
Ular mendin nepretlinip, Mendin yiraq turup, Yüzümge tükürüshtinmu yanmaydu.
11 Because He loosed His cord and afflicts me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.
Chünki [Xuda] méning hayat rishtimni üzüp, méni japagha chömdürgen, Shuning bilen shu ademler aldimda tizginlirini éliwetken.
12 A brood arises on the right hand, They have cast away my feet, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
Ong yénimda bir top chüprende yashlar ornidin turup, Ular putumni turghan yéridin ittiriwetmekchi, Ular sépilimgha hujum pelempeylirini kötürüp turidu;
13 They have broken down my path, They profit by my calamity: He has no helper.
Ular yolumni buzuwétidu, Ularning héch yölenchüki bolmisimu, Halakitimni ilgiri sürmekte.
14 They come as a wide breach, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.
Ular sépilning keng bösük jayidin bösüp kirgendek kirishidu; Weyranilikimdin paydilinip chong tashlardek domilap kirishidu.
15 He has turned terrors against me, It pursues my abundance as the wind, And as a thick cloud, My safety has passed away.
Wehimiler burulup méni öz nishani qilghan; Shuning bilen hörmitim shamal ötüp yoq bolghandek heydiwétildi, Awatchiliqimmu bulut ötüp ketkendek ötüp ketti.
16 And now, in me my soul pours itself out, Days of affliction seize me.
Hazir bolsa jénim qachidin tökülüp ketkendek; Azabliq künler méni tutuwaldi.
17 [At] night my bone has been pierced in me, And my gnawing [pain] does not lie down.
Kéchiler bolsa, manga söngeklirimgiche sanjimaqta; Aghriqlirim méni chishlep dem almaydu.
18 By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it girds me.
[Aghriqlar] zor küchi bilen manga kiyim-kéchikimdek boldi; Ular könglikimning yaqisidek manga chaplishiwaldi.
19 Casting me into mire, And I have become like dust and ashes.
Xuda méni sazliqqa tashliwetken, Men topa-changgha we külge oxshash bolup qaldim.
20 I cry to You, And You do not answer me, I have stood, and You consider me.
Men Sanga nale-peryad kötürmektimen, Biraq Sen manga jawab bermeysen; Men ornumdin tursam, Sen peqetla manga qarapla qoyisen.
21 You are turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Your hand, You oppress me.
Sen özgirip manga bir zalim boldung; Qolungning küchi bilen manga zerbe qiliwatisen;
22 You lift me up, You cause me to ride on the wind, And You melt—You level me.
Sen méni kötürüp Shamalgha mindürgensen; Boran-chapqunda teelluqatimni yoq qiliwetkensen.
23 For I have known You bring me back [to] death, And [to] the house appointed for all living.
Chünki Sen méni axirida ölümge, Yeni barliq hayat igilirining «yighilish öyi»ge keltürüwatisen.
24 Surely not against the heap Does He send forth the hand, Though they have safety in its ruin.
U halak qilghan waqtida kishiler nale-peryad kötürsimu, U qolini uzatqanda, duaning derweqe héchqandaq netijisi yoq;
25 Did I not weep for him whose day is hard? My soul has grieved for the needy.
Men künliri tes kishi üchün yighlap [dua qilghan] emesmu? Namratlar üchün jénim azablanmidimu?
26 When I expected good, then comes evil, And I wait for light, and darkness comes.
Men özüm yaxshiliq kütüp yürginim bilen, yamanliq kélip qaldi; Nur kütkinim bilen, qarangghuluq keldi.
27 My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Days of affliction have gone before me.
Ichim qazandek qaynap, aramliq tapmaywatidu; Azabliq künler manga yüzlendi.
28 I have gone mourning without the sun, I have risen, I cry in an assembly.
Men quyash nurini körmeymu qaridap yürmektimen; Xalayiq arisida men ornumdin turup, nale-peryad kötürimen.
29 I have been a brother to dragons, And a companion to daughters of the ostrich.
Men chilbörilerge qérindash bolup qaldim, Huwqushlarning hemrahi boldum.
30 My skin has been black on me, And my bone has burned from heat,
Térem qariyip mendin ajrap kétiwatidu, Söngeklirim qiziqtin köyüp kétiwatidu.
31 And my harp becomes mourning, And my pipe the sound of weeping.”
Chiltarimdin matem mersiyesi chiqidu, Néyimning awazi haza tutquchilarning yighisigha aylinip qaldi».
