Job 6
1 Then responded Job, and said: —
Ayup jawabǝn mundaⱪ dedi: —
2 Oh that, weighed, were my vexation, and, my engulfing ruin—into the balances, they would lift up all at once!
«Aⱨ, mening dǝrdlik zarlirim tarazida ɵlqǝnsǝ! Aⱨ, beximƣa qüxkǝn barliⱪ bala-ⱪaza bular bilǝn billǝ tarazilansa!
3 For, now, beyond the sand of the seas, would it be heavy, On this account, my words, have wandered.
Xundaⱪ ⱪilinsa u ⱨazir dengizdiki ⱪumdin eƣir bolup qiⱪidu; Xuning üqün sɵzlirim tǝlwilǝrqǝ boluwatidu.
4 For, the arrows of the Almighty, are in me, The heat whereof, my spirit is drinking up, The, terrors of GOD, array themselves against me.
Qünki Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadirning oⱪliri manga sanjilip iqimdǝ turuwatidu, Ularning zǝⱨirini roⱨim iqmǝktǝ, Tǝngrining wǝⱨimiliri manga ⱪarxi sǝp tüzüp ⱨujum ⱪiliwatidu.
5 Doth the wild ass bray over grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
Yawa exǝk ot-qɵp tapⱪanda ⱨangramdu? Kala bolsa yǝm-hǝxǝk üstidǝ mɵrǝmdu?
6 Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
Tuz bolmisa tǝmsiz nǝrsini yegili bolamdu? Ham tuhumning eⱪining tǝmi barmu?
7 My soul hath refused to touch, Those things, are like disease in my food.
Jenim ularƣa tǝgsimu sǝskinip ketidu, Ular manga yirginqlik tamaⱪ bolup tuyulidu.
8 Oh that my request would come! and, my hope, oh that GOD would grant!
Aⱨ, mening tǝxna bolƣinim kǝlsidi! Tǝngri intizarimni ijabǝt ⱪilsidi!
9 That it would please GOD to crush me, That he would set free his hand, and cut me off!
Aⱨ, Tǝngri meni yanjip taxlisun! U ⱪolini ⱪoyuwetip jenimni üzüp taxlaxⱪa muwapiⱪ kɵrsidi!
10 So might it still be my comfort, And I might exult in the anguish he would not spare, —That I had not concealed the sayings of the Holy One.
Xundaⱪ bolsa, manga tǝsǝlli bolatti, Ⱨǝtta rǝⱨimsiz aƣriⱪlarda ⱪiynalsammu, xadlinattim; Qünki Muⱪǝddǝs Bolƣuqining sɵzliridin tanmiƣan bolattim!
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? Or what mine end, that I should prolong my desire?
Mǝndǝ ɵlümni kütküdǝk yǝnǝ ⱪanqilik maƣdur ⱪaldi? Mening sǝwr-taⱪǝtlik bolup ⱨayatimni uzartiximning nemǝ nǝtijisi bolar?
12 Is my strength, the strength of stones? Or is, my flesh, of bronze?
Mening küqüm taxtǝk qingmu? Mening ǝtlirim mistin yasalƣanmidi?
13 Is there any help at all in me? Is not, abiding success, driven from me?
Ɵzümgǝ yardǝm bǝrgüdǝk maƣdurum ⱪalmidi ǝmǝsmu? Ⱨǝrⱪandaⱪ ǝⱪil-tǝdbir mǝndin ⱪoƣliwetilgǝn ǝmǝsmu?
14 The despairing, from his friend, should have lovingkindness, or, the reverence of the Almighty, he may forsake.
Ümidsizlinip ketiwatⱪan kixigǝ dosti meⱨribanliⱪ kɵrsǝtmiki zɵrürdur; Bolmisa u Ⱨǝmmigǝ ⱪadirdin ⱪorⱪuxtin waz keqixi mumkin.
15 Mine own brethren, have proved treacherous like a torrent, like a channel of torrents which disappear:
Biraⱪ buradǝrlirim waⱪitliⱪ «aldamqi eriⱪ» süyidǝk, Manga ⱨeligǝrlik bilǝn muamilǝ ⱪilmaⱪta; Ular suliri eⱪip tügigǝn eriⱪⱪa ohxaydu.
16 Which darken by reason of the cold, over them, is a covering made by the snow:
Erigǝn muz suliri eriⱪⱪa kirgǝndǝ ular ⱪaridap ketidu, Ⱪarlar ularning iqidǝ yoⱪilip ketidu,
17 By the time they begin to thaw, they are dried up, as soon as it is warm, they have vanished out of their place.
Ular pǝsilning illixi bilǝn ⱪurup ketidu; Ⱨawa issip kǝtkǝndǝ, izidin yoⱪilip ketidu.
18 Caravans turn aside by their course, they go up into a waste, and are lost:
Sǝpǝrdaxlar mangƣan yolidin qiⱪip, eriⱪⱪa burulidu; Ular eriⱪni boylap mengip, qɵldǝ ezip ɵlidu.
19 The caravans of Tema looked about, the travelling companies of Sheba, hoped for them:
Temaliⱪ karwanlarmu eriⱪ izdǝp mangdi; Xebaliⱪ sodigǝrlǝrmu ularƣa ümid bilǝn ⱪaridi;
20 They are ashamed that they had trusted, They have come up to one of them, and are confounded.
Biraⱪ ular ixǝnginidin ümidsizlinip nomusta ⱪaldi; Ular axu yǝrgǝ kelixi bilǝn parakǝndiqilikkǝ uqridi.
21 For, now, ye have come to him, ye see something fearful, and fear.
Mana silǝr ularƣa ohxax [manga tayini] yoⱪ bolup ⱪaldinglar; Silǝr ⱪorⱪunqluⱪ bir wǝⱨimini kɵrüpla ⱪorⱪup ketiwatisilǝr.
22 Is it that I said, Make me a gift, or, out of your abundance, offer a bribe on my behalf;
Mǝn silǝrgǝ: «Manga beringlar», Yaki: «Manga mal-mülükliringlardin ⱨǝdiyǝ ⱪilinglar?» — degǝnni ⱪaqan dǝp baⱪⱪan?
23 And deliver me from the hand of the adversary? And, out of the hand of tyrants, ransom me?
Yaki: «Meni ezitⱪuqining ⱪolidin ⱪutⱪuzunglar!» Yaki «Zorawanlarning ⱪolidin gɵrügǝ pul bǝrsǝnglar!» dǝp baⱪⱪanmu?
24 Show me, and, I, will hold my peace, And, wherein I have erred, cause me to understand.
Manga ɵgitip ⱪoyunglar, süküt ⱪilimǝn; Nǝdǝ yoldin qiⱪⱪanliⱪimni manga kɵrsitip beringlar.
25 How pleasant are the sayings that are right! But what can a decision from you, decide?
Toƣra sɵzlǝr nemidegǝn ɵtkür-ⱨǝ! Biraⱪ ǝyibliringlar zadi nemini ispatliyalaydu?!
26 To decide words, do ye intend, When, to the wind, are spoken the sayings of one in despair?
Ümidsizlǝngǝn kixining gǝpliri ɵtüp ketidiƣan xamaldǝk tursa, Pǝⱪǝt sɵzlǝrnila ǝyiblimǝkqimusilǝr?
27 Surely, the fatherless, ye would assail, and make merchandise of your friend!
Silǝr yetim-yesirlarning üstidǝ qǝk taxlixisilǝr! Dost-buradiringlar üstidǝ sodilixisilǝr!
28 But, now, be pleased to turn to me, that it may be, to your faces, if I speak falsehood,
Əmdi manga yüz turanǝ ⱪarap beⱪinglar; Aldinglardila yalƣan sɵz ⱪilalamdim?
29 Reply, I pray you, let there be no perversity, Yea reply even yet, my vindication is in it!
Ɵtünimǝn, boldi ⱪilinglar, gunaⱨ bolmisun; Rast, ⱪaytidin oylap beⱪinglar, Qünki ɵzümning toƣriliⱪim [tarazida] turidu.
30 Is there, in my tongue, perversity? Or can, my sense, not discern, engulfing ruin?
Tilimda hataliⱪ barmu? Tilim yamanliⱪni zadi tetiyalmasmu?
