Job 10
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Men öz jénimdin nepretlinimen; Öz derdimni töküwalay; Qelbimdiki ah-zarimni sözliwalay.
2 I will say to God, Do not condemn me; show me why thou contendest with me.
Men Tengrige: «Méning gunahimni békitme; manga körsetkinki, Sen zadi néme üchün men bilen dewalishisen?
3 [Is it] good to thee that thou shouldst oppress, that thou shouldst despise the work of thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
Ademni ezgining, Öz qolung bilen yaratqiningni chetke qaqqining Sanga paydiliqmu? Yamanlarning suyiqestige nur chachqining yaxshimu?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
Séning közüng insanningkidek ajizmu? Sen ademler körgendek xire köremsen?
5 [Are] thy days as the days of man? [are] thy years as man's days,
Séning künliring ölidighan insanning künliridek cheklikmu? Séning yilliring insanning yilliridek qisqimu?
6 That thou inquirest after my iniquity, and searchest after my sin?
Sen méning rezil adem emeslikimni bilip turup, Séning qolungdin qutuldurghudek héchkimning yoqluqini bilip turup, Némishqa méning xataliqimni sorap yürisen? Némishqa méning gunahimni sürüshtürisen?» — deymen.
7 Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and [there is] none that can deliver out of thy hand.
8 Thy hands have made me and fashioned me in all my parts; yet thou dost destroy me.
— Sen Öz qolliring bilen méni shekillendürüp, bir gewde qilip yaratqansen; Biraq Sen méni yoqatmaqchisen!
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
Sen layni yasighandek méni yasighiningni ésingde tutqaysen, dep yélinimen; Sen méni yene tupraqqa qayturamsen?
10 Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
Sen [ustiliq bilen] méni süttek quyup chayqap, Méni irimchiktek uyutqan emesmu?
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.
Sen tére hem et bilen méni kiyindürgensen, Ustixan hem pey bilen birleshtürüp méni toqughansen.
12 Thou hast granted me life and favor, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
Sen manga hayat hem méhir-shepqet teqdim qilghansen, Sen söygüng bilen rohimdin xewer alding.
13 And these [things] hast thou hid in thy heart: I know that this [is] with thee.
Biraq bu ishlar Séning qelbingde yoshuruqluq idi; Bularning eslide qelbingde püküklikini bilimen.
14 If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from my iniquity.
Gunah qilghan bolsam, Sen méni közitip yürgen bolatting; Sen méning qebihlikimni jazalimay qoymaytting.
15 If I be wicked, woe to me; and [if] I be righteous, [yet] will I not lift up my head. [I am] full of confusion; therefore see thou my affliction;
Rezil hésablan’ghan bolsam, manga bala kéletti! Hem yaki heqqaniy hésablansammu, qattiq nomusqa chömüp, azabqa chömginimde, Béshimni yenila kötürüshke jür’et qilalmayttim;
16 For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou showest thyself wonderful upon me.
Hetta [béshimni] kötürüshke jür’et qilsammu, Sen esheddiy shirdek méning péyimge chüshetting; Sen manga karamet küchüngni arqa-arqidin körsitetting.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thy indignation upon me; changes and war [are] against me.
Sen méni eyibleydighan guwahchiliringni qaytidin aldimgha keltürisen; Manga qaritilghan ghezipingni zor qilisen; Küchliring manga qarshi dolqunlap kelmekte.
18 Why then hast thou brought me forth from the womb? O that I had expired, and no eye had seen me!
Sen eslide némishqa méni baliyatqudin chiqarghansen? Kashki, men chachrap ketken bolsam, héch adem méni körmes idi!
19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Men héchqachan bolmighan bolattim! Baliyatqudin biwasite görge apirilghan bolattim!
20 [Are] not my days few? cease [then], [and] let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Méning azghine künlirim tügey dégen emesmu? Shunga men barsa kelmes yerge barghuche, — Qarangghuluq, ölüm saye bolghan zémin’gha, — Zulmet bir zémin’gha, yeni qarangghuluqning özining zéminigha, Ölüm sayisining zéminigha, Tertipsiz, hetta öz nuri qapqarangghu qilin’ghan shu zémin’gha barghuche, Manga azraq jan kirish üchün, Ishingni bir deqiqe toxtat, mendin néri bol!».
21 Before I go [whence] I shall not return, [even] to the land of darkness, and the shades of death;
22 A land of darkness, as darkness [itself]; [and] of the shades of death, without any order, and [where] the light [is] as darkness.
