Job 19
1 But Job answered and said:
Ayup jawabǝn mundaⱪ dedi: —
2 How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?
«Silǝr ⱪaqanƣiqǝ jenimni azablimaⱪqisilǝr, Ⱪaqanƣiqǝ meni sɵz bilǝn ǝzmǝkqisilǝr?
3 These ten times have ye reviled me; Without shame do ye stun me!
Silǝr meni on ⱪetim harlidinglar; Manga uwal ⱪilixⱪa nomus ⱪilmaysilǝr.
4 And be it, indeed, that I have erred, My error abideth with myself.
Əgǝr mening sǝwǝnlikim bolsa, Mǝn ǝmdi uning [dǝrdini] tartimǝn.
5 Since, indeed, ye magnify yourselves against me, And plead against me my reproach,
Əgǝr silǝr meningdin üstünlük talaxmaⱪqi bolsanglar, Yüzüm aldida xǝrm-ⱨayani kɵrsitip meni ǝyiblimǝkqi bolsanglar,
6 Know then that it is God who hath brought me low; He hath encompassed me with his net.
Əmdi bilip ⱪoyunglarki, manga uwal ⱪilƣan Tǝngri ikǝn, U tori bilǝn meni qirmaxturup tartti;
7 Behold, I complain of wrong, but receive no answer; I cry aloud, but obtain no justice.
Ⱪara, mǝn nalǝ-pǝryad kɵtürüp «Zorawanliⱪ!» dǝp warⱪiraymǝn, Biraⱪ ⱨeqkim anglimaydu; Mǝn warⱪiraymǝn, biraⱪ manga adalǝt kǝlmǝydu.
8 He hath fenced up my way, so that I cannot pass, And hath set darkness in my paths.
U yolumni meni ɵtüwalmisun dǝp qit bilǝn tosup ⱪoydi, Ⱪǝdǝmlirimgǝ ⱪarangƣuluⱪ saldi.
9 He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.
U mǝndin xan-xǝripimni mǝⱨrum ⱪildi, Beximdin tajni tartiwaldi.
10 He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone! He hath torn up my hope like a tree.
U manga ⱨǝr tǝrǝptin buzƣunqiliⱪ ⱪiliwatidu, mǝn tügǝxtim; Ümidimni U dǝrǝhni yulƣandǝk yuluwaldi.
11 He kindleth his anger against me, And counteth me as his enemy.
Ƣǝzipini manga ⱪaritip ⱪozƣidi, Meni Ɵz düxmǝnliridin ⱨesablidi.
12 His troops advance together against me; They throw up for themselves a way to me, And encamp around my dwelling.
Uning ⱪoxunliri sǝp tüzüp atlandi, Pǝlǝmpǝylirini yasap manga ⱨujum ⱪildi, Ular qedirimni ⱪorxawƣa elip bargaⱨ tikiwaldi.
13 My brethren he hath put far from me, And my acquaintance are wholly estranged from me.
U ⱪerindaxlirimni mǝndin neri ⱪildi, Tonuxlirimning meⱨrini mǝndin üzdi.
14 My kinsfolk have forsaken me, And my bosom friends have forgotten me.
Tuƣⱪanlirim mǝndin yatlixip kǝtti, Dost-buradǝrlirim meni unutti.
15 The foreigners of my house, yea, my own maid-servants, regard me as a stranger; I am an alien in their eyes.
Ɵyümdǝ turƣan musapirlar, ⱨǝtta dedǝklirimmu meni yat adǝm dǝp ⱨesablaydu; Ularning nǝziridǝ mǝn musapir bolup ⱪaldim.
16 I call my servant, and he maketh no answer; With my own mouth do I entreat him.
Mǝn qakirimni qaⱪirsam, u manga jawab bǝrmǝydu; Xunga mǝn uningƣa aƣzim bilǝn yelinixim kerǝk.
17 My breath is become strange to my wife, And my prayers also to my own mother's sons.
Tiniⱪimdin ayalimning ⱪusⱪusi kelidu, Aka-ukilirim sesiⱪliⱪimdin bizar.
18 Even young children despise me; When I rise up, they speak against me.
Ⱨǝtta kiqik balilar meni kǝmsitidu; Ornumdin turmaⱪqi bolsam, ular meni ⱨaⱪarǝtlǝydu.
19 All my bosom friends abhor me, And they whom I loved are turned against me.
Mening sirdax dostlirimning ⱨǝmmisi mǝndin nǝprǝtlinidu, Mǝn sɵygǝnlǝr mǝndin yüz ɵridi.
20 My bones cleave to my flesh and my skin, And I have scarcely escaped with the skin of my teeth.
Ət-terilirim ustihanlirimƣa qaplixip turidu, Jenim ⱪil üstidǝ ⱪaldi.
21 Have pity upon me, O ye my friends! have pity upon me; For the hand of God hath smitten me!
Aⱨ, dostlirim, manga iqinglar aƣrisun, iqinglar aƣrisun! Qünki Tǝngrining ⱪoli manga kelip tǝgdi.
22 Why do ye persecute me like God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?
Silǝr nemixⱪa Tǝngridǝk manga ziyankǝxlik ⱪilisilǝr? Silǝr nemixⱪa ǝtlirimgǝ xunqǝ toymaysilǝr!
23 O that my words were now written! O that they were marked down in a scroll!
Aⱨ, mening sɵzlirim yezilsidi! Ular bir yazmiƣa pütüklük bolƣan bolatti!
24 That with an iron pen, and with lead, They were engraven upon the rock for ever!
Ular tɵmür ⱪǝlǝm bilǝn ⱪoƣuxun iqigǝ yezilsidi! Əbǝdil’ǝbǝd tax üstigǝ oyup pütülgǝn bolatti!
25 Yet I know that my Vindicator liveth, And will hereafter stand up on the earth;
Biraⱪ mǝn xuni bilimǝnki, ɵzümning Ⱨǝmjǝmǝt-Ⱪutⱪuzƣuqim ⱨayattur, U ahirǝt künidǝ yǝr yüzidǝ turup turidu!
26 And though with my skin this body be wasted away, Yet without my flesh shall I see God.
Ⱨǝm mening bu terǝ-ǝtlirim buzulƣandin keyin, Mǝn yǝnila tenimdǝ turup Tǝngrini kɵrimǝn!
27 Yea, I shall see him my friend; My eyes shall behold him, and not another: For this, my soul panteth within me.
Uni ɵzümla ǝyni ⱨalda kɵrimǝn, Baxⱪa adǝmning ǝmǝs, bǝlki ɵzümning kɵzi bilǝn ⱪaraymǝn; Aⱨ, ⱪǝlbim buningƣa xunqǝ intizardur!
28 Since ye say, “How may we persecute him, And find grounds of accusation against him?”
Əgǝr silǝr: «Ixning yiltizi uningdidur, Uni ⱪandaⱪ ⱪilip ⱪistap ⱪoƣliwetǝlǝymiz?!» — desǝnglar,
29 Be ye afraid of the sword! For malice is a crime for the sword; That ye may know that judgment cometh.
Əmdi ɵzünglar ⱪiliqtin ⱪorⱪⱪininglar tüzük! Qünki [Hudaning] ƣǝzipi ⱪiliq jazasini elip kelidu, Xuning bilǝn silǝr [Hudaning] sotining ⱪuruⱪ gǝp ǝmǝslikini bilisilǝr».
