Job 7
1 Is there not a warfare to a mortal, upon earth? And, as the days of a hireling, are not his days?
Insan’gha zéminda jewre-japa chékidighan turmush békitilgen emesmu? Uning künliri bir medikarningkige oxshash emesmu?
2 As, a bondman, panteth for the shadow, and as, a hireling, longeth for his wage,
Qul kechqurunning sayisige teshna bolghandek, Medikar öz emgikining heqqini kütkendek,
3 So, have I been made to inherit months of calamity, and, nights of weariness, have been appointed me.
Mana bihude aylar manga békitilgen, Gheshlikke tolghan kéchiler manga nésip qilin’ghan.
4 As soon as I lie down, I say, When shall I arise? yet he lengtheneth out the evening, and I am wearied with tossings until the breeze of twilight.
Men yatqinimda: «Qachan qoparmen?» dep oylaymen, Biraq kech uzundin uzun bolidu, Tang atquche pütün bir kéche men tolghinip yatimen.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and a coating of dust, My skin, hath hardened, and then run afresh:
Etlirim qurtlar hem topa-changlar bilen qaplandi, Térilirim yérilip, yiringlap ketti.
6 My days, are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they are spent, without hope.
Künlirim bapkarning mokisidinmu ittik ötidu, Ular ümidsizlik bilen ayaghlishay dep qaldi.
7 Remember thou, that, a wind, is my life, not again shall mine eye see blessing:
[Ah Xuda], méning jénim bir nepesla xalas. Közüm yaxshiliqni qaytidin körmeydighanliqi ésingde bolsun;
8 Nor shall see me—the eye that used to behold me, Thine eyes, are upon me, and I am not.
Méni Körgüchining közi ikkinchi qétim manga qarimaydu, Sen neziringni üstümge chüshürginingde, men yoqalghan bolimen.
Bulut ghayib bolup, qayta körünmigendek, Oxshashla tehtisaragha chüshken adem qaytidin chiqmaydu. (Sheol h7585)
10 He shall not return again to his house, and his own place shall be acquainted with him no more.
U yene öz öyige qaytmaydu, Öz yurti uni qayta tonumaydu.
11 I also, cannot restrain my mouth, —I must speak, in the anguish of my spirit, I must find utterance, in the bitterness of my soul.
Shunga men aghzimni yummay, Rohimning derd-elimi bilen söz qilay, Jénimning azabidin zarlaymen.
12 Am, I, a sea, or a sea-monster, —That thou shouldst set over me a watch?
Némishqa Sen üstümdin közet qilisen? Men [xeterlik] bir déngizmu-ya? Yaki déngizdiki bir ejdihamumen?
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall help to carry my complaint,
Men: «Ah, yatqan ornum manga rahet béridu, Körpem nale-peryadimgha derman bolidu» — désem,
14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and, by visions, dost thou terrify me:
Emdi Sen chüshler bilen méni qorqutiwatisen, Ghayibane alametler bilen manga wehime salisen.
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, Death, rather than [these] my bones!
Shuning üchün boghulushumni, ölümni, Bu söngeklirimge qarap olturushtin artuq bilimen.
16 I am wasted away, Not, to times age-abiding, can I live, Let me alone, for, a breath, are my days.
Men öz jénimdin toydum; Méning menggüge yashighum yoq, Méni meylimge qoyiwetkin, Méning künlirim bihudidur.
17 What is a mortal, that thou shouldst nurture him? Or that thou shouldst fix upon him thy mind?
Insan balisi némidi? Sen némishqa uni chong bilisen, Néme dep uninggha köngül bérisen?
18 That thou shouldst inspect him morning by morning, moment by moment, shouldst test him?
Her etigende uni sürüshtürüp kélisen, Her nepes uni sinaysen!
19 How long wilt thou not look away from me? Wilt thou not let me alone, till I can swallow my spittle?
Qachan’ghiche méningdin neziringni almaysen, Manga qachan’ghiche aghzimdiki sériq suni yutuwalghudek aram bermeysen?
20 I have sinned, What can I do for thee, thou watcher of men? Wherefore hast thou set me as thine object of attack, or have I become, unto thee, a burden?
Men gunah qilghan bolsammu, i insaniyetni Közetküchi, Sanga néme qiliptimen?! Men Sanga yük bolup qaldimmu? Buning bilen méni Özüngge zerbe nishani qilghansenmu?
21 And why wilt thou not remove my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For, now, in the dust, should I lie down, and thou shouldst seek me diligently, and I should not be.
Sen némishqa méning itaetsizlikimni kechürüm qilip, Gunahimni saqit qilmaysen? Chünki men pat arida topining ichide uxlaymen; Sen méni izdep kélisen, lékin men mewjut bolmaymen».
