Job 10
1 I am weary of my life; I will give free expression to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Mǝn ɵz jenimdin nǝprǝtlinimǝn; Ɵz dǝrdimni tɵküwalay; Ⱪǝlbimdiki aⱨ-zarimni sɵzliwalay.
2 I will say to God, 'Do not merely condemn me; show me why you accuse me.
Mǝn Tǝngrigǝ: «Mening gunaⱨimni bekitmǝ; manga kɵrsǝtkinki, Sǝn zadi nemǝ üqün mǝn bilǝn dǝwalixisǝn?
3 Is it good to you that you should oppress me, to despise the work of your hands while you smile on the plans of the wicked?
Adǝmni ǝzgining, Ɵz ⱪolung bilǝn yaratⱪiningni qǝtkǝ ⱪaⱪⱪining Sanga paydiliⱪmu? Yamanlarning suyiⱪǝstigǝ nur qaqⱪining yahximu?
4 Do you have eyes of flesh? Do you see like a man sees?
Sening kɵzüng insanningkidǝk ajizmu? Sǝn adǝmlǝr kɵrgǝndǝk hirǝ kɵrǝmsǝn?
5 Are your days like the days of mankind or your years like the years of people,
Sening künliring ɵlidiƣan insanning künliridǝk qǝklikmu? Sening yilliring insanning yilliridǝk ⱪisⱪimu?
6 that you inquire after my iniquity and search after my sin,
Sǝn mening rǝzil adǝm ǝmǝslikimni bilip turup, Sening ⱪolungdin ⱪutuldurƣudǝk ⱨeqkimning yoⱪluⱪini bilip turup, Nemixⱪa mening hataliⱪimni sorap yürisǝn? Nemixⱪa mening gunaⱨimni sürüxtürisǝn?» — dǝymǝn.
7 although you know I am not guilty and there is no one who can rescue me from your hand?
8 Your hands have framed and fashioned me together round about, yet you are destroying me.
— Sǝn Ɵz ⱪolliring bilǝn meni xǝkillǝndürüp, bir gǝwdǝ ⱪilip yaratⱪansǝn; Biraⱪ Sǝn meni yoⱪatmaⱪqisǝn!
9 Call to mind, I beg you, that you have fashioned me like clay; will you bring me into dust again?
Sǝn layni yasiƣandǝk meni yasiƣiningni esingdǝ tutⱪaysǝn, dǝp yelinimǝn; Sǝn meni yǝnǝ tupraⱪⱪa ⱪayturamsǝn?
10 Have you not poured me out like milk and curdled me like cheese?
Sǝn [ustiliⱪ bilǝn] meni süttǝk ⱪuyup qayⱪap, Meni irimqiktǝk uyutⱪan ǝmǝsmu?
11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh and knit me together with bones and sinews.
Sǝn terǝ ⱨǝm ǝt bilǝn meni kiyindürgǝnsǝn, Ustihan ⱨǝm pǝy bilǝn birlǝxtürüp meni toⱪuƣansǝn.
12 You have granted me life and covenant faithfulness; your help has guarded my spirit.
Sǝn manga ⱨayat ⱨǝm meⱨir-xǝpⱪǝt tǝⱪdim ⱪilƣansǝn, Sǝn sɵygüng bilǝn roⱨimdin hǝwǝr alding.
13 Yet these things you hid in your heart— I know that this is what you were thinking:
Biraⱪ bu ixlar Sening ⱪǝlbingdǝ yoxuruⱪluⱪ idi; Bularning ǝslidǝ ⱪǝlbingdǝ püküklikini bilimǝn.
14 that if I sinned, you would notice it; you would not acquit me of my iniquity.
Gunaⱨ ⱪilƣan bolsam, Sǝn meni kɵzitip yürgǝn bolatting; Sǝn mening ⱪǝbiⱨlikimni jazalimay ⱪoymaytting.
15 If I have acted wickedly, woe to me; and even if I acted righteously, I could not lift up my head, since I am filled with disgrace— see my affliction!
Rǝzil ⱨesablanƣan bolsam, manga bala kelǝtti! Ⱨǝm yaki ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy ⱨesablansammu, ⱪattiⱪ nomusⱪa qɵmüp, azabⱪa qɵmginimdǝ, Beximni yǝnila kɵtürüxkǝ jür’ǝt ⱪilalmayttim;
16 If my head were lifted up, you would stalk me like a lion; and again you would show yourself with marvellous acts of power against me.
Ⱨǝtta [beximni] kɵtürüxkǝ jür’ǝt ⱪilsammu, Sǝn ǝxǝddiy xirdǝk mening peyimgǝ qüxǝtting; Sǝn manga karamǝt küqüngni arⱪa-arⱪidin kɵrsitǝtting.
17 You bring new witnesses against me and increase your anger against me; you attack me with fresh armies.
Sǝn meni ǝyiblǝydiƣan guwaⱨqiliringni ⱪaytidin aldimƣa kǝltürisǝn; Manga ⱪaritilƣan ƣǝzipingni zor ⱪilisǝn; Küqliring manga ⱪarxi dolⱪunlap kǝlmǝktǝ.
18 Why, then, have you brought me out of the womb? I wish I had given up my spirit and that no eye had ever seen me.
Sǝn ǝslidǝ nemixⱪa meni baliyatⱪudin qiⱪarƣansǝn? Kaxki, mǝn qaqrap kǝtkǝn bolsam, ⱨeq adǝm meni kɵrmǝs idi!
19 I would have been as though I had never existed; I would have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Mǝn ⱨeqⱪaqan bolmiƣan bolattim! Baliyatⱪudin biwasitǝ gɵrgǝ apirilƣan bolattim!
20 Are not my days only a few? Stop then, let me alone, so that I may have a little rest
Mening azƣinǝ künlirim tügǝy degǝn ǝmǝsmu? Xunga mǝn barsa kǝlmǝs yǝrgǝ barƣuqǝ, — Ⱪarangƣuluⱪ, ɵlüm sayǝ bolƣan zeminƣa, — Zulmǝt bir zeminƣa, yǝni ⱪarangƣuluⱪning ɵzining zeminiƣa, Ɵlüm sayisining zeminiƣa, Tǝrtipsiz, ⱨǝtta ɵz nuri ⱪapⱪarangƣu ⱪilinƣan xu zeminƣa barƣuqǝ, Manga azraⱪ jan kirix üqün, Ixingni bir dǝⱪiⱪǝ tohtat, mǝndin neri bol!».
21 before I go from where I will not return, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death,
22 the land that is as dark as midnight, the land of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is like midnight.'”
