Job 3
1 After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day he was born.
[Yette kündin] kéyin, Ayup éghiz échip [ehwaligha qarita] özining körüwatqan künige lenet oqup mundaq dédi: —
2 He said,
3 “May the day on which I was born perish, the night that said, 'A boy has been conceived.'
«Men tughulghan ashu kün bolmighan bolsa boptiken! «Oghul bala apiride boldi!» déyilgen shu kéche bolmighan bolsa boptiken!
4 May that day be dark; may not God from above call it to mind, neither may the sun shine on it.
Shu künni zulmet qaplighan bolsa boptiken! Ershte turghan Tengri köz aldidin shu künni yoqitiwetken bolsa boptiken, Quyash nuri uning üstige chüshürülmise boptiken!
5 May darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. May a cloud live over it; may everything that makes the day black truly terrify it.
Shu künni qarangghuluq hem ölümning kölenggisi öz qoynigha alsa boptiken! Bulutlar uni yutup ketse boptiken, Shu künni kün qarangghulatquchilar qorqitip ketküziwetken bolsa boptiken!
6 As for that night, may thick darkness seize it. May it not rejoice among the days of the year; may it not come into the number of the months.
Shu kechni — Zulmet tutup ketse boptiken; Shu kün yil ichidiki [bashqa] künler bilen bille shatlanmisa boptiken! Shu kün ayning bir küni bolup sanalmisa boptiken!
7 See, may that night be barren; may no joyful voice come into it.
Mana, shu kéchide tughut bolmisa boptiken! U kéchide héchqandaq shad-xuramliq awaz yangrimisa boptiken!
8 May they curse that day, those who know how to wake up Leviathan.
Künlerge lenet qilghuchilar shu kün’ge lenet qilsa boptiken! Léwiatanni qozghashqa pétinalaydighanlar shu kün’ge lenet qilsa boptiken!
9 May the stars of that day's dawn be dark. May that day look for light, but find none; neither may it see the eyelids of the dawn,
Shu kün tang seherdiki yultuzlar qarangghulashsa boptiken! U kün quyash nurini bihude kütse boptiken! Shu kün sübhining qapaqlirining échilishini bihude kütse boptiken!
10 because it did not shut up the doors of my mother's womb, and because it did not hide trouble from my eyes.
Chünki shu kün méni kötürgen baliyatquning ishiklirini etmigen, Méning közlirimni derd-elemni körelmes qilmighan.
11 Why did I not die when I came out from the womb? Why did I not give up my spirit when my mother bore me?
Ah, némishqa anamning qorsiqidin chüshüpla ölüp ketmigendimen?! Némishqa qorsaqtin chiqqandila nepestin qalmighandimen?
12 Why did her knees welcome me? Why did her breasts receive me so that I should suck?
Némishqa méni qobul qilidighan étekler bolghandu? Némishqa méni émitidighan emchekler bolghandu?
13 For now I would have been lying down quietly. I would have slept and been at rest
Mushular bolmighan bolsa, undaqta men menggü tinch yétip qalattim, Menggülük uyqugha ketken bolattim, shu chaghda aram tapqan bolattim.
14 with kings and counselors of the earth, who built up tombs for themselves that are now in ruins.
Shu chaghda özliri üchünla xilwet jaylargha mazar salghan yer yüzidiki padishahlar hem meslihetchiler bilen,
15 Or I would have been lying with princes who once had gold, who had filled their houses with silver.
Yaki altun yighqan, Öyliri kümüshke tolghan beg-shahzadiler bilen bolattim;
16 Or perhaps I would have been stillborn, like infants that never see the light.
Qorsaqtin mezgilsiz chüshüp ketken yoshurun balidek, Nurni körmey chachrap ketken balidek hayat kechürmigen bolattim.
17 There the wicked cease from trouble; there the weary are at rest.
Ashu yerde reziller awarichiliktin xaliy bolidu, Ashu yerde halidin ketkenler aram tapidu;
18 There the prisoners are at ease together; they do not hear the voice of the slave driver.
Ashu yerde esirler rahette jem bolidu, Ular ezgüchilerning awazini anglimaydu;
19 Both small and great people are there; the servant is free from his master there.
Ghériblarmu hem ulughlarmu ashu yerde turidu, Qul bolsa xojayinidin azad bolidu.
20 Why is light given to him who is in misery? Why is life given to the one who is bitter in soul,
Japa tartquchigha néme dep nur bérilidu? Némishqa derd-elemge chömgenlerge hayat bérilidu?
21 to one who longs for death without it coming; to one who digs for death more than for hidden treasure?
Ular teshnaliq bilen ölümni kütidu, Biraq u kelmeydu; Ular ölümni yoshurun göherni kézip izdigendinmu ewzel bilidu,
22 Why is light given to one who rejoices very much and is glad when he finds the grave?
Ular görni tapqanda zor xushal bolup, Shad-xuramliqqa chömidu.
23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, a man whom God has hedged in?
Öz yoli éniqsiz ademge, Yeni Tengrining tosiqi sélin’ghan ademge némishqa [nur we hayat] bérilidu?
24 For my sighing happens instead of eating; my groaning is poured out like water.
Shunga tamiqimning ornigha nalilirim kélidu; Méning qattiq peryadlirim sharqiratmidek sharqiraydu.
25 For the thing that I feared has come on me; what I was afraid of has come to me.
Chünki men del qorqqan wehshet öz béshimgha chüshti; Men del qorqidighan ish manga keldi.
26 I am not at ease, I am not quiet, and I have no rest; trouble comes instead.”
Mende héch aramliq yoqtur! Hem héch xatirjem emesmen! Héch tinch-amanliqim yoqtur! Biraq parakendichilik haman üstümge chüshmekte!».
