Job 10
1 My soul doth loathe my life, —I let loose my complaint, I speak, in the bitterness of my soul.
Men öz jénimdin nepretlinimen; Öz derdimni töküwalay; Qelbimdiki ah-zarimni sözliwalay.
2 I say unto GOD, Do not hold me guilty, Let me know, on what account thou contendest with me!
Men Tengrige: «Méning gunahimni békitme; manga körsetkinki, Sen zadi néme üchün men bilen dewalishisen?
3 Is it seemly in thee, that thou shouldst oppress? that thou shouldst despise the labour of thine own hand, when, upon the counsel of the lawless, thou hast shone?
Ademni ezgining, Öz qolung bilen yaratqiningni chetke qaqqining Sanga paydiliqmu? Yamanlarning suyiqestige nur chachqining yaxshimu?
4 Eyes of flesh, hast thou? or, as a mortal seeth, seest thou?
Séning közüng insanningkidek ajizmu? Sen ademler körgendek xire köremsen?
5 As the days of a mortal, are thy days? or, thy years, as the days of a man?
Séning künliring ölidighan insanning künliridek cheklikmu? Séning yilliring insanning yilliridek qisqimu?
6 That thou shouldst seek for mine iniquity, and, for my sin, shouldst make search:
Sen méning rezil adem emeslikimni bilip turup, Séning qolungdin qutuldurghudek héchkimning yoqluqini bilip turup, Némishqa méning xataliqimni sorap yürisen? Némishqa méning gunahimni sürüshtürisen?» — deymen.
7 Though it is, within thine own knowledge, that I would not be lawless, and, none, out of thy hand, can deliver?
8 Thine own hands, shaped me, and made me, all in unison round about, and yet thou hast confounded me.
— Sen Öz qolliring bilen méni shekillendürüp, bir gewde qilip yaratqansen; Biraq Sen méni yoqatmaqchisen!
9 Remember, I pray thee, that, as clay, thou didst make me, and, unto dust, thou wilt cause me to return.
Sen layni yasighandek méni yasighiningni ésingde tutqaysen, dep yélinimen; Sen méni yene tupraqqa qayturamsen?
10 Didst thou not, like milk, pour me forth? and, as cheese, curdle me?
Sen [ustiliq bilen] méni süttek quyup chayqap, Méni irimchiktek uyutqan emesmu?
11 With skin and flesh, clothe me? and, with bones and sinews, interweave me?
Sen tére hem et bilen méni kiyindürgensen, Ustixan hem pey bilen birleshtürüp méni toqughansen.
12 Life and lovingkindness, thou didst bestow upon me, —and, thy watchful care, preserved my breath.
Sen manga hayat hem méhir-shepqet teqdim qilghansen, Sen söygüng bilen rohimdin xewer alding.
13 Yet, these things, thou didst hide in thy heart, I know that, this, hath been with thee!
Biraq bu ishlar Séning qelbingde yoshuruqluq idi; Bularning eslide qelbingde püküklikini bilimen.
14 If I have sinned, then couldst thou watch me, and, from mine iniquity, thou wouldst not acquit me:
Gunah qilghan bolsam, Sen méni közitip yürgen bolatting; Sen méning qebihlikimni jazalimay qoymaytting.
15 If I have been lawless, alas for me! Or, if I am righteous, I will not lift up my head, Surfeited with shame, look thou then on my humiliation.
Rezil hésablan’ghan bolsam, manga bala kéletti! Hem yaki heqqaniy hésablansammu, qattiq nomusqa chömüp, azabqa chömginimde, Béshimni yenila kötürüshke jür’et qilalmayttim;
16 When it is lifted up, like a howling lion, thou dost hunt me, Then again thou dost shew thyself marvellous against me.
Hetta [béshimni] kötürüshke jür’et qilsammu, Sen esheddiy shirdek méning péyimge chüshetting; Sen manga karamet küchüngni arqa-arqidin körsitetting.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses before me, and dost increase thy vexation with me, Relays—yea an army, is with me.
Sen méni eyibleydighan guwahchiliringni qaytidin aldimgha keltürisen; Manga qaritilghan ghezipingni zor qilisen; Küchliring manga qarshi dolqunlap kelmekte.
18 Wherefore then, from the womb, didst thou bring me forth? I might have breathed my last, and, no eye, have seen me.
Sen eslide némishqa méni baliyatqudin chiqarghansen? Kashki, men chachrap ketken bolsam, héch adem méni körmes idi!
19 As though I had not been, should I have become, —from the womb to the grave, might I have been borne.
Men héchqachan bolmighan bolattim! Baliyatqudin biwasite görge apirilghan bolattim!
20 Are not my days, few?—then forbear, and set me aside, that I may brighten up for a little;
Méning azghine künlirim tügey dégen emesmu? Shunga men barsa kelmes yerge barghuche, — Qarangghuluq, ölüm saye bolghan zémin’gha, — Zulmet bir zémin’gha, yeni qarangghuluqning özining zéminigha, Ölüm sayisining zéminigha, Tertipsiz, hetta öz nuri qapqarangghu qilin’ghan shu zémin’gha barghuche, Manga azraq jan kirish üchün, Ishingni bir deqiqe toxtat, mendin néri bol!».
21 Before I go, and not return, unto a land of darkness and death-shade:
22 A land of obscurity, like thick darkness, of death-shade and disorder, and which shineth like thick darkness.
