Job 7
1 Is there not a war-service for man on the earth? Are not his days as the days of a hireling?
Insan’gha zéminda jewre-japa chékidighan turmush békitilgen emesmu? Uning künliri bir medikarningkige oxshash emesmu?
2 As a servant panteth for the shade, And as a hireling looketh for his wages,
Qul kechqurunning sayisige teshna bolghandek, Medikar öz emgikining heqqini kütkendek,
3 So am I made to possess months of affliction, And wearisome nights are appointed for me.
Mana bihude aylar manga békitilgen, Gheshlikke tolghan kéchiler manga nésip qilin’ghan.
4 If I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of restlessness until the dawning of the day.
Men yatqinimda: «Qachan qoparmen?» dep oylaymen, Biraq kech uzundin uzun bolidu, Tang atquche pütün bir kéche men tolghinip yatimen.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms, and clods of dust; My skin is broken and become loathsome.
Etlirim qurtlar hem topa-changlar bilen qaplandi, Térilirim yérilip, yiringlap ketti.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle; They pass away without hope.
Künlirim bapkarning mokisidinmu ittik ötidu, Ular ümidsizlik bilen ayaghlishay dep qaldi.
7 O remember that my life is a breath; That mine eye shall no more see good!
[Ah Xuda], méning jénim bir nepesla xalas. Közüm yaxshiliqni qaytidin körmeydighanliqi ésingde bolsun;
8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more; Thine eyes shall look for me, but I shall not be.
Méni Körgüchining közi ikkinchi qétim manga qarimaydu, Sen neziringni üstümge chüshürginingde, men yoqalghan bolimen.
9 As the cloud dissolveth and wasteth away, So he that goeth down to the grave shall arise no more; (Sheol h7585)
Bulut ghayib bolup, qayta körünmigendek, Oxshashla tehtisaragha chüshken adem qaytidin chiqmaydu. (Sheol h7585)
10 No more shall he return to his house, And his dwelling-place shall know him no more.
U yene öz öyige qaytmaydu, Öz yurti uni qayta tonumaydu.
11 Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
Shunga men aghzimni yummay, Rohimning derd-elimi bilen söz qilay, Jénimning azabidin zarlaymen.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That thou settest a watch over me?
Némishqa Sen üstümdin közet qilisen? Men [xeterlik] bir déngizmu-ya? Yaki déngizdiki bir ejdihamumen?
13 When I say, My bed shall relieve me, My couch shall ease my complaint,
Men: «Ah, yatqan ornum manga rahet béridu, Körpem nale-peryadimgha derman bolidu» — désem,
14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, And terrifiest me with visions;
Emdi Sen chüshler bilen méni qorqutiwatisen, Ghayibane alametler bilen manga wehime salisen.
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, Yea, death, rather than these my bones.
Shuning üchün boghulushumni, ölümni, Bu söngeklirimge qarap olturushtin artuq bilimen.
16 I am wasting away; I shall not live alway: Let me alone, for my days are a vapor!
Men öz jénimdin toydum; Méning menggüge yashighum yoq, Méni meylimge qoyiwetkin, Méning künlirim bihudidur.
17 What is man, that thou shouldst make great account him, And fix thy mind upon him?—
Insan balisi némidi? Sen némishqa uni chong bilisen, Néme dep uninggha köngül bérisen?
18 That thou shouldst visit him every morning, And prove him every moment?
Her etigende uni sürüshtürüp kélisen, Her nepes uni sinaysen!
19 How long ere thou wilt look away from me, And let me alone, till I have time to breathe?
Qachan’ghiche méningdin neziringni almaysen, Manga qachan’ghiche aghzimdiki sériq suni yutuwalghudek aram bermeysen?
20 If I have sinned, what have I done to thee, O thou watcher of men! Why hast thou set me up as thy mark, So that I have become a burden to myself?
Men gunah qilghan bolsammu, i insaniyetni Közetküchi, Sanga néme qiliptimen?! Men Sanga yük bolup qaldimmu? Buning bilen méni Özüngge zerbe nishani qilghansenmu?
21 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, And take away mine iniquity? For soon shall I sleep in the dust; And, though thou seek me diligently, I shall not be.
Sen némishqa méning itaetsizlikimni kechürüm qilip, Gunahimni saqit qilmaysen? Chünki men pat arida topining ichide uxlaymen; Sen méni izdep kélisen, lékin men mewjut bolmaymen».
