Job 17
1 My spirit, is broken, My days, are extinguished, Graves, are left me.
Mening roⱨim sunuⱪ, Künlirim tügǝy dǝydu, Gɵrlǝr meni kütmǝktǝ.
2 Verily there are mockers, with me! And, on their insults, mine eye doth rest.
Ətrapimda aldamqi mazaⱪ ⱪilƣuqilar bar ǝmǝsmu? Kɵzümning ularning eqitⱪuluⱪiƣa tikilip turuxtin baxⱪa amali yoⱪtur.
3 Appoint it, I pray thee—be thou surety for me with thyself, Who is there that, on my side, can pledge himself?
Aⱨ, jenim üqün Ɵzüng haliƣan kapalǝtni elip Ɵzüngning aldida manga borun bolƣaysǝn; Sǝndin baxⱪa kim meni ⱪollap borun bolsun?
4 For, their heart, hast thou kept back from understanding, On this account, thou wilt not exalt them.
Qünki Sǝn [dostlirimning] kɵnglini yoruⱪluⱪtin ⱪaldurƣansǝn; Xunga Sǝn ularni ƣǝlibidinmu mǝⱨrum ⱪilisǝn!
5 He that, for a share, denounceth friends, even, the eyes of his children, shall be dim.
Ƣǝniymǝt alay dǝp dostliriƣa pǝxwa atⱪan kixining bolsa, Ⱨǝtta balilirining kɵzlirimu kor bolidu.
6 But he hath set me, as the byword of peoples, And, one to be spit on in the face, do I become.
U meni ǝl-yurtlarning aldida sɵz-qɵqǝkkǝ ⱪoydi; Mǝn kixilǝr yüzümgǝ tüküridiƣan adǝm bolup ⱪaldim.
7 Therefore hath mine eye become dim from vexation, and, my members, are like a shadow, all of them.
Dǝrd-ǝlǝmdin kɵzüm torlixip kǝtti, Barliⱪ ǝzalirim kɵlǝnggidǝk bolup ⱪaldi.
8 Upright men shall be astounded over this, and, the innocent, against the impious, shall rouse themselves.
Bu ixlarni kɵrüp duruslar ⱨǝyranuⱨǝs bolidu; Bigunaⱨlar iplaslarƣa ⱪarxi turuxⱪa ⱪozƣilidu.
9 That the righteous may hold on his way, and, the clean of hands, increase in strength.
Biraⱪ ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy adǝm ɵz yolida qing turidu, Ⱪoli pak yüridiƣan adǝmning küqi tohtawsiz ulƣiyidu.
10 But indeed, as for them all, will ye bethink yourselves and enter into it, I pray you? Or shall I not find, among you, one who is wise?
Əmdi ⱪeni, ⱨǝmminglar, yǝnǝ kelinglar; Aranglardin birmu dana adǝm tapalmaymǝn.
11 My days, are past, my purposes, are broken off, the possessions of my heart!
Künlirim ahirlixay dǝp ⱪaptu, Muddialirim, kɵnglümdiki intizarlar üzüldi.
12 Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason of darkness!
Bu adǝmlǝr keqini kündüzgǝ aylandurmaⱪqi; Ular ⱪarangƣuluⱪⱪa ⱪarap: «Nur yeⱪinlixiwatidu» deyixiwatidu.
Əgǝr kütsǝm, ɵyüm tǝⱨtisara bolidu; Mǝn ⱪarangƣuluⱪⱪa ornumni raslaymǝn. (Sheol h7585)
14 To corruption, have exclaimed, My father, thou! My mother! and My sister! to the worm.
«Qirip ketixni: «Sǝn mening atam!», Ⱪurtlarni: «Apa! Aqa!» dǝp qaⱪirimǝn!
15 Where then would be my hope? And, as for my blessedness, who should see it!
Undaⱪta ümidim nǝdǝ? Xundaⱪ, ümidimni kim kɵrǝlisun?
