Job 18
1 Then responded Bildad the Shuhite, and said: —
Xuhaliⱪ Bildad jawabǝn mundaⱪ dedi: —
2 How long will ye make a perversion of words? Ye should understand, and, afterwards, we could speak.
Sǝndǝk adǝmlǝr ⱪaqanƣiqǝ mundaⱪ sɵzlǝrni tohtatmaysilǝr? Silǝr obdan oylap beⱪinglar, andin biz sɵz ⱪilimiz.
3 Wherefore are we accounted like beasts? or appear stupid, in thine eyes?
Biz nemixⱪa silǝrning aldinglarda ⱨaywanlar ⱨesablinimiz? Nemixⱪa aldinglarda ǝhmǝⱪ tonulimiz?
4 One tearing in pieces his own soul in his anger, —For thy sake, shall the earth be forsaken? or the rock be moved out of its place?
Ⱨǝy ɵzüngning ƣǝzipidǝ ɵzüngni yirtⱪuqi, seni dǝpla yǝr-zemin taxliwetilǝmdu?! Taƣ-taxlar ɵz ornidin kɵtürülüp ketǝmdu?!
5 Even the light of the lawless, shall go out, —Neither shall shine the flame of his fire;
Ⱪandaⱪla bolmisun, yaman adǝmning qiriƣi ɵqürülidu, Uning ot-uqⱪunliri yalⱪunlimaydu.
6 The light, hath darkened in his tent, Yea, his lamp above him, goeth out;
Qediridiki nur ⱪarangƣuluⱪⱪa aylinidu, Uning üstigǝ asⱪan qiriƣi ɵqürülidu.
7 The steppings of his strength are hemmed in, and his own counsel casteth him down;
Uning mǝzmut ⱪǝdǝmliri ⱪisilidu, Ɵzining nǝsiⱨǝtliri ɵzini mollaⱪ atⱪuzidu.
8 For he is thrust into a net by his own feet, and, upon a trap, he marcheth;
Qünki ɵz putliri ɵzini torƣa ǝwǝtidu, U dǝl torning üstigǝ dǝssǝydiƣan bolidu.
9 There catcheth him—by the heel—a gin, there holdeth him fast—a noose:
Ⱪiltaⱪ uni tapinidin iliwalidu, Tuzaⱪ uni tutuwalidu.
10 Concealed in the ground is a cord for him, —and a snare for him, on the path.
Yǝrdǝ uni kütidiƣan yoxurun arƣamqa bar, Yolida uni tutmaⱪqi bolƣan bir ⱪapⱪan bar.
11 Round about, terrors have startled him, and have driven him to his feet.
Uni ⱨǝr tǝrǝptin wǝⱨimilǝr besip ⱪorⱪitiwatidu, Ⱨǝm ular uni iz ⱪoƣlap ⱪoƣlawatidu.
12 Let his strength be famished, and, calamity, be ready at his side;
Maƣdurini aqarqiliⱪ yǝp tügǝtti; Palakǝt uning yenida paylap yüridu.
13 Let it devour the members of his body, Let the firstborn of death devour his members;
Ɵlümning qong balisi uning terisini yǝwatidu; Uning ǝzalirini xoraydu.
14 Uprooted, out of his tent, be his confidence, and let it drive him down to the king of terrors;
U ɵz qediridiki amanliⱪtin yulup taxlinidu, [Ɵlümning tunjisi] uni «wǝⱨimilǝrning padixaⱨi»ning aldiƣa yalap apiridu.
15 There shall dwell in his tent, what is naught-of-his, Let brimstone be strewed over his dwelling;
Ɵyidikilǝr ǝmǝs, bǝlki baxⱪilar uning qedirida turidu; Turalƣusining üstigǝ günggürt yaƣdurulidu.
16 Beneath, let his roots be dried up, and, above, be cut off his branch;
Uning yiltizi tegidin ⱪurutulidu; Üstidiki xahliri kesilidu.
17 His memorial, have perished out of the land, and let him have no name over the face of the open field;
Uning ǝslimisimu yǝr yüzidikilǝrning esidin kɵtürülüp ketidu, Sirtlarda uning nam-abruyi ⱪalmaydu.
18 Let them thrust him out of light into darkness, Yea, out of the world, let them chase him;
U yoruⱪluⱪtin ⱪarangƣuluⱪⱪa ⱪoƣliwetilgǝn bolup, Bu dunyadin ⱨǝydiwetilidu.
19 Let him have neither scion nor seed among his people, neither any survivor in his place of sojourn:
Əl-yurtta ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ pǝrzǝntliri yaki ǝwladliri ⱪalmaydu, U musapir bolup turƣan yǝrlǝrdimu nǝsli ⱪalmaydu.
20 Over his day, have they been astounded who come behind, and, them who are in advance, a shudder hath seized.
Uningdin keyinkilǝr uning künigǝ ⱪarap alaⱪzadǝ bolidu, Huddi aldinⱪilarmu qɵqüp kǝtkǝndǝk.
21 Surely, these, are the dwellings of him that is perverse, and, this, is the place of him that knoweth not GOD.
Mana, ⱪǝbiⱨ adǝmning makanliri xübⱨisiz xundaⱪ, Tǝngrini tonumaydiƣan kixiningmu orni qoⱪum xundaⱪtur.
