Job 14
1 Man that is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble:
Anidin tuƣulƣanlarning künliri azdur, Palakǝt uningƣa yardur.
2 As a flower, he cometh forth—and fadeth, He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
U güldǝk dunyaƣa kelip andin tozuydu, U [ⱪuyax aldidin] sayigǝ ohxax ⱪeqip ketidu.
3 And yet upon such a one as this, hast thou opened thine eye? And, him, wouldst thou bring into judgment with thee?
Biraⱪ Sǝn tehi xundaⱪ bir ajiz bolƣuqiƣa kɵzüngni tikip, Meni Ɵz aldingƣa soraⱪⱪa tartiwatamsǝn?
4 Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? Not one!
Kim napak nǝrsilǝrdin pak nǝrsini qiⱪiralaydu? — ⱨeqkim!
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 bekitilgǝndikin, Uning aylirining sani Sening ilkingdǝ bolƣandikin, Sǝn uning ɵtsǝ bolmaydiƣan qǝklirini bekitkǝndikin,
6 Look sway from him, that he may rest, Till he shall pay off, as a hireling, his day.
Uning bir’az dǝm elixi üqün uningdin kɵzüngni elip ⱪaqⱪin, Xuning bilǝn mǝdikardǝk uningƣa ɵz künliridin sɵyünüx nesip 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;
Qünki dǝrǝh kesiwetilgǝndin keyin, ⱪayta ɵsüxtin ümid bar; Buningliⱪ bilǝn uning yumran bihliri tügǝp kǝtmǝydu;
8 If its root, should become old in the earth, and, in the dust, its stock should die:
Uning yiltizi yǝrdǝ ⱪurup kǝtkǝn bolsimu, Uning kɵtiki topida ɵlüp kǝtkǝn bolsimu,
9 Through the scent of water, it may break forth, and produce branches like a sapling,
Biraⱪ suning puriⱪi bilǝnla u yǝnǝ kɵkiridu, Yumran ot-qɵptǝk yengi bihlarni qiⱪiridu.
10 Yet, man, dieth, and is prostrate, Yea the son of earth doth cease to breathe, and where is he?
Biraⱪ adǝm bolsa ɵlidu, ilajsiz ongda yatidu, bǝrⱨǝⱪ, Insan nǝpǝstin ⱪalidu, andin nǝdǝ bolidu?
11 Waters, have failed from, the sea, and, a river, may waste and dry up;
Dengizdiki sular parƣa aylinip tügǝp kǝtkǝndǝk, Dǝryalar ⱪaƣjirap ⱪurup kǝtkǝndǝk,
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.
Ohxaxla adǝm yetip ⱪalsila ⱪaytidin turmaydu; Asmanlar yoⱪimiƣuqǝ, ular oyƣanmaydu, uyⱪudin 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)
Aⱨ, tǝⱨtisaraƣa meni yoxurup ⱪoysang idi, Ƣǝziping ɵtüp kǝtküqǝ meni mǝhpiy saⱪlap ⱪoysang idi, Meni esinggǝ alidiƣan bir waⱪit-saǝtni manga bekitip bǝrsǝng 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: —
Adǝm ɵlsǝ, ⱪayta yaxamdu? Xundaⱪ bolsa manga xundaⱪ ɵzgirix waⱪti kǝlgüqǝ, Muxu japaƣa tolƣan künlirim ɵtküqǝ, sǝwr-taⱪǝt bilǝn kütǝttim!
15 Thou shouldst call, and, I, would answer thee, —For the work of thine own hand, thou shouldst long.
Xundaⱪ bolsa Sǝn meni qaⱪirsang, jawab berǝttim; Sǝn Ɵz ⱪolung bilǝn yaratⱪiningƣa ümid-arzuyung bolatti.
16 For, now, my steps, thou countest, Thou wilt not pass over my sin:
Biraⱪ Sǝn ⱨazir ⱨǝrbir dǝssigǝn ⱪǝdǝmlirimni sanap, Gunaⱨimni kɵzitiwatisǝnƣu!
17 Sealed up in a bag, is my transgression, and thou hast glued over mine iniquity.
Itaǝtsizlikim haltiƣa selinip peqǝtlǝndi, Gunaⱨlirimni dɵwǝ-dɵwǝ ⱪilip saⱪlap ⱪoydung.
18 But, in very deed, a mountain falling, will lie prostrate, or, a rock moved out of its place:
Dǝrwǝⱪǝ taƣmu yimirilip yoⱪalƣandǝk, Tax ɵz ornidin tǝwrinip kǝtkǝndǝk,
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 tax-xeƣillarni upritip yoⱪatⱪandǝk, Topanlar zemindiki topini süpürüp kǝtkǝndǝk, Sǝn adǝmning ümidini yoⱪ ⱪilisǝn.
20 Thou dost overpower him utterly, and he departeth, Disfiguring his face, so, hast thou sent him away.
Sǝn mǝnggügǝ uning üstidin ƣalib kelisǝn, Xunga u dunyadin ketidu; uning qirayini tutuldurisǝn, Uni Ɵz yeningdin yiraⱪ ⱪilisǝn.
21 His sons, come to honour, and he knoweth it not, Or they are brought low, and he perceiveth it not of them.
Uning oƣulliri ⱨɵrmǝtkǝ erixidu, biraⱪ u buni bilmǝydu; Ular pǝs ⱪilinsimu, Biraⱪ uning bulardinmu hǝwiri bolmaydu.
22 But, his flesh, for himself, is in pain, and, his soul, for himself, doth mourn.
U [pǝⱪǝt] ɵz tenidiki aƣriⱪidinla azablinidu, U kɵnglidǝ ɵzi üqünla ⱨǝsrǝt-nadamǝt qekidu.
