Job 30
1 But, now, they who are of fewer days than I, have poured derision upon me; whose fathers I refused—to set with the dogs of my flock.
— «Biraⱪ ⱨazir bolsa, yaxlar meni mazaⱪ ⱪilidu, Ularning dadilirini ⱨǝtta padamni baⱪidiƣan itlar bilǝn billǝ ixlǝxkǝ yol ⱪoyuxnimu yaman kɵrǝttim.
2 Even the strength of their hands, wherefore was it mine? Upon them, vigour was lost;
Ularning maƣduri kǝtkǝndin keyin, Ⱪolidiki küq manga nemǝ payda yǝtküzǝlisun?
3 In want and hunger, they were lean, —who used to gnaw the dry ground, a dark night of desolation!
Yoⱪsuzluⱪ ⱨǝm aqliⱪtin yiglǝp kǝtkǝn, Ular uzundin buyan qɵldǝrǝp kǝtkǝn dǝxt-bayawanda ⱪuruⱪ yǝrni ƣajaydu.
4 Who used to pluck off the mallow by the bushes, with the root of the broom for their food;
Ular ǝmǝn-xiwaⱪni qatⱪallar arisidin yulidu, Xumbuyining yiltizlirinimu terip ɵzlirigǝ nan ⱪilidu.
5 Out of the midst, were they driven, men shouted after them, as after a thief;
Ular ǝl-yurtlardin ⱨǝydiwetilgǝn bolidu, Kixilǝr ularni kɵrüpla oƣrini kɵrgǝndǝk warⱪirap tillaydu.
6 In the fissures, of the ravines had they to dwell, in holes of dust and crags;
Xuning bilǝn ular sürlük jilƣilarda ⱪonup, Taxlar arisida, ƣarlar iqidǝ yaxaxⱪa mǝjbur bolidu.
7 Among the bushes, used they to shriek, Under the bramble, were they huddled together:
Qatⱪalliⱪ arisida ular ⱨangrap ketidu, Tikǝnlǝr astida ular dügdiyip olturixidu;
8 Sons of the base, yea sons of the nameless, they were scourged out of the land.
Nadanlarning, nam-abruyisizlarning baliliri, Ular zemindin sürtoⱪay ⱨǝydiwetilgǝn.
9 But, now, their song, have I become, Yea I serve them for a byword;
Mǝn ⱨazir bolsam bularning ⱨǝjwiy nahxisi, Ⱨǝtta sɵz-qɵqikining dǝstiki bolup ⱪaldim!
10 They abhor me—have put themselves far from me, and, from my face, have not withheld—spittle!
Ular mǝndin nǝprǝtlinip, Mǝndin yiraⱪ turup, Yüzümgǝ tükürüxtinmu yanmaydu.
11 Because, my girdle, he had loosened and had humbled me, therefore, the bridle—in my presence, cast they off;
Qünki [Huda] mening ⱨayat rixtimni üzüp, meni japaƣa qɵmdürgǝn, Xuning bilǝn xu adǝmlǝr aldimda tizginlirini eliwǝtkǝn.
12 On my right hand, the young brood rose up, —My feet, they thrust aside, and cast up against me their earthworks of destruction;
Ong yenimda bir top qüprǝndǝ yaxlar ornidin turup, Ular putumni turƣan yeridin ittiriwǝtmǝkqi, Ular sepilimƣa ⱨujum pǝlǝmpǝylirini kɵtürüp turidu;
13 They brake up my path, —My engulfing ruin, they helped forward, unaided;
Ular yolumni buzuwetidu, Ularning ⱨeq yɵlǝnqüki bolmisimu, Ⱨalakitimni ilgiri sürmǝktǝ.
14 As through a wide breach, came they on, with a crashing noise, they rolled themselves along.
Ular sepilning kǝng bɵsük jayidin bɵsüp kirgǝndǝk kirixidu; Wǝyranilikimdin paydilinip qong taxlardǝk domilap kirixidu.
15 There are turned upon me terrors, —Chased away as with a wind, is mine abundance, and, as a cloud, hath passed away my prosperity.
Wǝⱨimilǝr burulup meni ɵz nixani ⱪilƣan; Xuning bilǝn ⱨɵrmitim xamal ɵtüp yoⱪ bolƣandǝk ⱨǝydiwetildi, Awatqiliⱪimmu bulut ɵtüp kǝtkǝndǝk ɵtüp kǝtti.
16 Now, therefore, over myself, my soul poureth itself out, There seize me days of affliction:
Ⱨazir bolsa jenim ⱪaqidin tɵkülüp kǝtkǝndǝk; Azabliⱪ künlǝr meni tutuwaldi.
17 Night, boreth, my bones, all over me, —and, my sinews, find no rest;
Keqilǝr bolsa, manga sɵngǝklirimgiqǝ sanjimaⱪta; Aƣriⱪlirim meni qixlǝp dǝm almaydu.
18 Most effectually, is my skin disfigured, —Like the collar of my tunic, it girdeth me about:
[Aƣriⱪlar] zor küqi bilǝn manga kiyim-keqikimdǝk boldi; Ular kɵnglikimning yaⱪisidǝk manga qaplixiwaldi.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
Huda meni sazliⱪⱪa taxliwǝtkǝn, Mǝn topa-qangƣa wǝ külgǝ ohxax bolup ⱪaldim.
20 I cry out for help unto thee, and thou dost not answer, I stand still, and thou dost gaze at me;
Mǝn Sanga nalǝ-pǝryad kɵtürmǝktimǝn, Biraⱪ Sǝn manga jawab bǝrmǝysǝn; Mǝn ornumdin tursam, Sǝn pǝⱪǝtla manga ⱪarapla ⱪoyisǝn.
21 Thou art turned to become a cruel one unto me, With the might of thy hand, thou assailest me;
Sǝn ɵzgirip manga bir zalim boldung; Ⱪolungning küqi bilǝn manga zǝrbǝ ⱪiliwatisǝn;
22 Thou liftest up me to the wind, thou carriest me away, and the storm maketh me faint;
Sǝn meni kɵtürüp Xamalƣa mindürgǝnsǝn; Boran-qapⱪunda tǝǝlluⱪatimni yoⱪ ⱪiliwǝtkǝnsǝn.
23 For I know that, unto death, thou wilt bring me back, even unto the house of meeting for every one living.
Qünki Sǝn meni ahirida ɵlümgǝ, Yǝni barliⱪ ⱨayat igilirining «yiƣilix ɵyi»gǝ kǝltürüwatisǝn.
24 Only, against a heap of ruins, will one not thrust a hand! Surely, when one is in calamity—for that very reason, is there an outcry for help.
U ⱨalak ⱪilƣan waⱪtida kixilǝr nalǝ-pǝryad kɵtürsimu, U ⱪolini uzatⱪanda, duaning dǝrwǝⱪǝ ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ nǝtijisi yoⱪ;
25 Verily I wept, for him whose lot was hard, Grieved was my soul, for the needy.
Mǝn künliri tǝs kixi üqün yiƣlap [dua ⱪilƣan] ǝmǝsmu? Namratlar üqün jenim azablanmidimu?
26 Surely, for good, I looked, but there came in evil, And I waited for light, but there came in darkness;
Mǝn ɵzüm yahxiliⱪ kütüp yürginim bilǝn, yamanliⱪ kelip ⱪaldi; Nur kütkinim bilǝn, ⱪarangƣuluⱪ kǝldi.
27 I boiled within me, and rested not, There confronted me—days of affliction;
Iqim ⱪazandǝk ⱪaynap, aramliⱪ tapmaywatidu; Azabliⱪ künlǝr manga yüzlǝndi.
28 In gloom, I walked along, without sun, I arose—in the convocation, I cried out for help;
Mǝn ⱪuyax nurini kɵrmǝymu ⱪaridap yürmǝktimǝn; Halayiⱪ arisida mǝn ornumdin turup, nalǝ-pǝryad kɵtürimǝn.
29 A brother, became I to the brutes that howl, and a companion to the birds that screech:
Mǝn qilbɵrilǝrgǝ ⱪerindax bolup ⱪaldim, Ⱨuwⱪuxlarning ⱨǝmraⱨi boldum.
30 My skin, turned black, and peeled off me, and, my bones, burned with heat:
Terǝm ⱪariyip mǝndin ajrap ketiwatidu, Sɵngǝklirim ⱪiziⱪtin kɵyüp ketiwatidu.
31 Thus is attuned to mourning—my lyre, and my flute, to the noise of them who weep.
Qiltarimdin matǝm mǝrsiyǝsi qiⱪidu, Neyimning awazi ⱨaza tutⱪuqilarning yiƣisiƣa aylinip ⱪaldi».
