< Job 3 >

1 After this, opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
[Yǝttǝ kündin] keyin, Ayup eƣiz eqip [ǝⱨwaliƣa ⱪarita] ɵzining kɵrüwatⱪan künigǝ lǝnǝt oⱪup mundaⱪ dedi: —
2 So then Job began, and said:
3 Perish, the day wherein I was born, and the night it was said, Lo! a manchild!
«Mǝn tuƣulƣan axu kün bolmiƣan bolsa boptikǝn! «Oƣul bala apiridǝ boldi!» deyilgǝn xu keqǝ bolmiƣan bolsa boptikǝn!
4 That day, be it darkness, —Let not God enquire after it from above, May there shine upon it no clear beam:
Xu künni zulmǝt ⱪapliƣan bolsa boptikǝn! Ərxtǝ turƣan Tǝngri kɵz aldidin xu künni yoⱪitiwǝtkǝn bolsa boptikǝn, Ⱪuyax nuri uning üstigǝ qüxürülmisǝ boptikǝn!
5 Let darkness and death-shade buy it back, May there settle down upon it a cloud, Let a day’s dark eclipse cause it terror:
Xu künni ⱪarangƣuluⱪ ⱨǝm ɵlümning kɵlǝnggisi ɵz ⱪoyniƣa alsa boptikǝn! Bulutlar uni yutup kǝtsǝ boptikǝn, Xu künni kün ⱪarangƣulatⱪuqilar ⱪorⱪitip kǝtküziwǝtkǝn bolsa boptikǝn!
6 That night, darkness take it, —May it not rejoice among the days of the year, Into the number of months, let it not enter.
Xu kǝqni — Zulmǝt tutup kǝtsǝ boptikǝn; Xu kün yil iqidiki [baxⱪa] künlǝr bilǝn billǝ xatlanmisa boptikǝn! Xu kün ayning bir küni bolup sanalmisa boptikǝn!
7 Lo! that night, be it barren, Let no joyous shouting enter therein:
Mana, xu keqidǝ tuƣut bolmisa boptikǝn! U keqidǝ ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ xad-huramliⱪ awaz yangrimisa boptikǝn!
8 Let day-cursers denounce it, Those skilled in rousing the dragon of the sky:
Künlǝrgǝ lǝnǝt ⱪilƣuqilar xu küngǝ lǝnǝt ⱪilsa boptikǝn! Lewiatanni ⱪozƣaxⱪa petinalaydiƣanlar xu küngǝ lǝnǝt ⱪilsa boptikǝn!
9 Darkened be the stars of its twilight, —Let it wait for light, and there be none, neither let it see the eyelashes of the dawn:
Xu kün tang sǝⱨǝrdiki yultuzlar ⱪarangƣulaxsa boptikǝn! U kün ⱪuyax nurini biⱨudǝ kütsǝ boptikǝn! Xu kün sübⱨining ⱪapaⱪlirining eqilixini biⱨudǝ kütsǝ boptikǝn!
10 Because it closed not the doors of the womb wherein I was, and so hid trouble from mine eyes.
Qünki xu kün meni kɵtürgǝn baliyatⱪuning ixiklirini ǝtmigǝn, Mening kɵzlirimni dǝrd-ǝlǝmni kɵrǝlmǝs ⱪilmiƣan.
11 Wherefore, in the womb, did I not die? From the womb, come forth and cease to breathe?
Aⱨ, nemixⱪa anamning ⱪorsiⱪidin qüxüpla ɵlüp kǝtmigǝndimǝn?! Nemixⱪa ⱪorsaⱪtin qiⱪⱪandila nǝpǝstin ⱪalmiƣandimǝn?
12 For what reason, were there prepared for me—knees? and why—breasts, that I might suck?
Nemixⱪa meni ⱪobul ⱪilidiƣan etǝklǝr bolƣandu? Nemixⱪa meni emitidiƣan ǝmqǝklǝr bolƣandu?
13 Surely, at once, had I lain down, and been quiet, I had fallen asleep, then, had I been at rest:
Muxular bolmiƣan bolsa, undaⱪta mǝn mǝnggü tinq yetip ⱪalattim, Mǝnggülük uyⱪuƣa kǝtkǝn bolattim, xu qaƣda aram tapⱪan bolattim.
14 With kings, and counselors of the earth, who had built them pyramids:
Xu qaƣda ɵzliri üqünla hilwǝt jaylarƣa mazar salƣan yǝr yüzidiki padixaⱨlar ⱨǝm mǝsliⱨǝtqilǝr bilǝn,
15 Or with rulers possessing, gold, —Who had filled their houses with silver:
Yaki altun yiƣⱪan, Ɵyliri kümüxkǝ tolƣan bǝg-xaⱨzadilǝr bilǝn bolattim;
16 Or that, like an untimely birth hidden away, I had not come into being, like infants that never saw light:
Ⱪorsaⱪtin mǝzgilsiz qüxüp kǝtkǝn yoxurun balidǝk, Nurni kɵrmǝy qaqrap kǝtkǝn balidǝk ⱨayat kǝqürmigǝn bolattim.
17 There, the lawless, cease from raging, and there the toil-worn are at rest:
Axu yǝrdǝ rǝzillǝr awariqiliktin haliy bolidu, Axu yǝrdǝ ⱨalidin kǝtkǝnlǝr aram tapidu;
18 At once are prisoners at peace, they hear not the voice of a driver:
Axu yǝrdǝ ǝsirlǝr raⱨǝttǝ jǝm bolidu, Ular ǝzgüqilǝrning awazini anglimaydu;
19 Small and great, there, they are, and, the slave, is free from his master.
Ƣeriblarmu ⱨǝm uluƣlarmu axu yǝrdǝ turidu, Ⱪul bolsa hojayinidin azad bolidu.
20 Wherefore give, to the wretched, light? Or, life, to the embittered in soul?—
Japa tartⱪuqiƣa nemǝ dǝp nur berilidu? Nemixⱪa dǝrd-ǝlǝmgǝ qɵmgǝnlǝrgǝ ⱨayat berilidu?
21 Who long for death, and it is not, And have digged for it, beyond hid treasures:
Ular tǝxnaliⱪ bilǝn ɵlümni kütidu, Biraⱪ u kǝlmǝydu; Ular ɵlümni yoxurun gɵⱨǝrni kezip izdigǝndinmu ǝwzǝl bilidu,
22 Who rejoice unto exultation, Are glad, when they can find the grave:
Ular gɵrni tapⱪanda zor huxal bolup, Xad-huramliⱪⱪa qɵmidu.
23 To a man, whose way is concealed, And GOD hath straitly enclosed him?
Ɵz yoli eniⱪsiz adǝmgǝ, Yǝni Tǝngrining tosiⱪi selinƣan adǝmgǝ nemixⱪa [nur wǝ ⱨayat] berilidu?
24 For, in the face of my food, my sighing, cometh in, and, poured out like the water, are my groans:
Xunga tamiⱪimning orniƣa nalilirim kelidu; Mening ⱪattiⱪ pǝryadlirim xarⱪiratmidǝk xarⱪiraydu.
25 For, a dread, I dreaded, and it hath come upon me, and, that from which I shrank, hath overtaken me.
Qünki mǝn dǝl ⱪorⱪⱪan wǝⱨxǝt ɵz beximƣa qüxti; Mǝn dǝl ⱪorⱪidiƣan ix manga kǝldi.
26 I was not careless, nor was I secure, nor had I settled down, —when there came—consternation!
Mǝndǝ ⱨeq aramliⱪ yoⱪtur! Ⱨǝm ⱨeq hatirjǝm ǝmǝsmǝn! Ⱨeq tinq-amanliⱪim yoⱪtur! Biraⱪ parakǝndiqilik ⱨaman üstümgǝ qüxmǝktǝ!».

< Job 3 >