Job 14
1 Man that is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble:
Anidin tughulghanlarning künliri azdur, Palaket uninggha yardur.
2 As a flower, he cometh forth—and fadeth, He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
U güldek dunyagha kélip andin tozuydu, U [quyash aldidin] sayige oxshash qéchip kétidu.
3 And yet upon such a one as this, hast thou opened thine eye? And, him, wouldst thou bring into judgment with thee?
Biraq Sen téxi shundaq bir ajiz bolghuchigha közüngni tikip, Méni Öz aldinggha soraqqa tartiwatamsen?
4 Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? Not one!
Kim napak nersilerdin pak nersini chiqiralaydu? — héchkim!
5 If determined am his days, the number of his months, is with thee, Fixed times for him, thou hast appointed and he cannot go beyond.
[Insanning] künliri békitilgendikin, Uning aylirining sani Séning ilkingde bolghandikin, Sen uning ötse bolmaydighan cheklirini békitkendikin,
6 Look sway from him, that he may rest, Till he shall pay off, as a hireling, his day.
Uning bir’az dem élishi üchün uningdin közüngni élip qachqin, Shuning bilen medikardek uninggha öz künliridin söyünüsh nésip bolsun!
7 Though there is—for a tree—hope, —if it should be cut down, that, again, it will grow, and, the tender branch thereof, will not cease;
Chünki derex késiwétilgendin kéyin, qayta ösüshtin ümid bar; Buningliq bilen uning yumran bixliri tügep ketmeydu;
8 If its root, should become old in the earth, and, in the dust, its stock should die:
Uning yiltizi yerde qurup ketken bolsimu, Uning kötiki topida ölüp ketken bolsimu,
9 Through the scent of water, it may break forth, and produce branches like a sapling,
Biraq suning puriqi bilenla u yene kökiridu, Yumran ot-chöptek yéngi bixlarni chiqiridu.
10 Yet, man, dieth, and is prostrate, Yea the son of earth doth cease to breathe, and where is he?
Biraq adem bolsa ölidu, ilajsiz ongda yatidu, berheq, Insan nepestin qalidu, andin nede bolidu?
11 Waters, have failed from, the sea, and, a river, may waste and dry up;
Déngizdiki sular pargha aylinip tügep ketkendek, Deryalar qaghjirap qurup ketkendek,
12 So, a man, hath lain down, and shall not arise, until there are no heavens, they shall not awake, nor be roused up out of their sleep.
Oxshashla adem yétip qalsila qaytidin turmaydu; Asmanlar yoqimighuche, ular oyghanmaydu, uyqudin turmaydu.
13 Oh that, in hades, thou wouldst hide me! that thou wouldst keep me secret, until the turn of thine anger, that thou wouldst set for me a fixed time, and remember me: (Sheol h7585)
Ah, tehtisaragha méni yoshurup qoysang idi, Gheziping ötüp ketküche méni mexpiy saqlap qoysang idi, Méni ésingge alidighan bir waqit-saetni manga békitip berseng idi! (Sheol h7585)
14 If a man die, can he live again? All the days of my warfare, would I wait, until my relief should come: —
Adem ölse, qayta yashamdu? Shundaq bolsa manga shundaq özgirish waqti kelgüche, Mushu japagha tolghan künlirim ötküche, sewr-taqet bilen kütettim!
15 Thou shouldst call, and, I, would answer thee, —For the work of thine own hand, thou shouldst long.
Shundaq bolsa Sen méni chaqirsang, jawab bérettim; Sen Öz qolung bilen yaratqininggha ümid-arzuyung bolatti.
16 For, now, my steps, thou countest, Thou wilt not pass over my sin:
Biraq Sen hazir herbir dessigen qedemlirimni sanap, Gunahimni közitiwatisen’ghu!
17 Sealed up in a bag, is my transgression, and thou hast glued over mine iniquity.
Itaetsizlikim xaltigha sélinip péchetlendi, Gunahlirimni döwe-döwe qilip saqlap qoydung.
18 But, in very deed, a mountain falling, will lie prostrate, or, a rock moved out of its place:
Derweqe taghmu yimirilip yoqalghandek, Tash öz ornidin tewrinip ketkendek,
19 Stones, have been hollowed out by waters, the floods thereof wash away the dust of the earth, and, the hope of mortal man, thou hast destroyed:
Sular tash-shéghillarni upritip yoqatqandek, Topanlar zémindiki topini süpürüp ketkendek, Sen ademning ümidini yoq qilisen.
20 Thou dost overpower him utterly, and he departeth, Disfiguring his face, so, hast thou sent him away.
Sen menggüge uning üstidin ghalib kélisen, Shunga u dunyadin kétidu; uning chirayini tutuldurisen, Uni Öz yéningdin yiraq qilisen.
21 His sons, come to honour, and he knoweth it not, Or they are brought low, and he perceiveth it not of them.
Uning oghulliri hörmetke érishidu, biraq u buni bilmeydu; Ular pes qilinsimu, Biraq uning bulardinmu xewiri bolmaydu.
22 But, his flesh, for himself, is in pain, and, his soul, for himself, doth mourn.
U [peqet] öz ténidiki aghriqidinla azablinidu, U könglide özi üchünla hesret-nadamet chékidu.
