Job 3
1 After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed his day.
[Yǝttǝ kündin] keyin, Ayup eƣiz eqip [ǝⱨwaliƣa ⱪarita] ɵzining kɵrüwatⱪan künigǝ lǝnǝt oⱪup mundaⱪ dedi: —
2 And Job spoke, and said,
3 Let the day perish in which I was born, and the night [in which] it was said, There is a man child conceived.
«Mǝn tuƣulƣan axu kün bolmiƣan bolsa boptikǝn! «Oƣul bala apiridǝ boldi!» deyilgǝn xu keqǝ bolmiƣan bolsa boptikǝn!
4 Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
Xu künni zulmǝt ⱪapliƣan bolsa boptikǝn! Ərxtǝ turƣan Tǝngri kɵz aldidin xu künni yoⱪitiwǝtkǝn bolsa boptikǝn, Ⱪuyax nuri uning üstigǝ qüxürülmisǝ boptikǝn!
5 Let darkness and the shades of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
Xu künni ⱪarangƣuluⱪ ⱨǝm ɵlümning kɵlǝnggisi ɵz ⱪoyniƣa alsa boptikǝn! Bulutlar uni yutup kǝtsǝ boptikǝn, Xu künni kün ⱪarangƣulatⱪuqilar ⱪorⱪitip kǝtküziwǝtkǝn bolsa boptikǝn!
6 As [for] that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined to the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
Xu kǝqni — Zulmǝt tutup kǝtsǝ boptikǝn; Xu kün yil iqidiki [baxⱪa] künlǝr bilǝn billǝ xatlanmisa boptikǝn! Xu kün ayning bir küni bolup sanalmisa boptikǝn!
7 Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.
Mana, xu keqidǝ tuƣut bolmisa boptikǝn! U keqidǝ ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ xad-huramliⱪ awaz yangrimisa boptikǝn!
8 Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
Künlǝrgǝ lǝnǝt ⱪilƣuqilar xu küngǝ lǝnǝt ⱪilsa boptikǝn! Lewiatanni ⱪozƣaxⱪa petinalaydiƣanlar xu küngǝ lǝnǝt ⱪilsa boptikǝn!
9 Let the stars of its twilight be dark; let it look for light, but [have] none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
Xu kün tang sǝⱨǝrdiki yultuzlar ⱪarangƣulaxsa boptikǝn! U kün ⱪuyax nurini biⱨudǝ kütsǝ boptikǝn! Xu kün sübⱨining ⱪapaⱪlirining eqilixini biⱨudǝ kütsǝ boptikǝn!
10 Because it prevented not my birth, nor hid sorrow from my eyes.
Qünki xu kün meni kɵtürgǝn baliyatⱪuning ixiklirini ǝtmigǝn, Mening kɵzlirimni dǝrd-ǝlǝmni kɵrǝlmǝs ⱪilmiƣan.
11 Why died I not from the womb? [why] did I [not] expire at the time of my birth?
Aⱨ, nemixⱪa anamning ⱪorsiⱪidin qüxüpla ɵlüp kǝtmigǝndimǝn?! Nemixⱪa ⱪorsaⱪtin qiⱪⱪandila nǝpǝstin ⱪalmiƣandimǝn?
12 Why did the knees receive me? or why the breasts that I should be nursed?
Nemixⱪa meni ⱪobul ⱪilidiƣan etǝklǝr bolƣandu? Nemixⱪa meni emitidiƣan ǝmqǝklǝr bolƣandu?
13 For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
Muxular bolmiƣan bolsa, undaⱪta mǝn mǝnggü tinq yetip ⱪalattim, Mǝnggülük uyⱪuƣa kǝtkǝn bolattim, xu qaƣda aram tapⱪan bolattim.
14 With kings and counselors of the earth, who built desolate places for themselves;
Xu qaƣda ɵzliri üqünla hilwǝt jaylarƣa mazar salƣan yǝr yüzidiki padixaⱨlar ⱨǝm mǝsliⱨǝtqilǝr bilǝn,
15 Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
Yaki altun yiƣⱪan, Ɵyliri kümüxkǝ tolƣan bǝg-xaⱨzadilǝr bilǝn bolattim;
16 Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants [which] never saw light.
Ⱪorsaⱪtin mǝzgilsiz qüxüp kǝtkǝn yoxurun balidǝk, Nurni kɵrmǝy qaqrap kǝtkǝn balidǝk ⱨayat kǝqürmigǝn bolattim.
17 There the wicked cease [from] troubling; and there the weary are at rest.
Axu yǝrdǝ rǝzillǝr awariqiliktin haliy bolidu, Axu yǝrdǝ ⱨalidin kǝtkǝnlǝr aram tapidu;
18 [There] the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
Axu yǝrdǝ ǝsirlǝr raⱨǝttǝ jǝm bolidu, Ular ǝzgüqilǝrning awazini anglimaydu;
19 The small and great are there; and the servant [is] free from his master.
Ƣeriblarmu ⱨǝm uluƣlarmu axu yǝrdǝ turidu, Ⱪul bolsa hojayinidin azad bolidu.
20 Why is light given to him that is in misery, and life to the bitter [in] soul;
Japa tartⱪuqiƣa nemǝ dǝp nur berilidu? Nemixⱪa dǝrd-ǝlǝmgǝ qɵmgǝnlǝrgǝ ⱨayat berilidu?
21 Who long for death, but it [cometh] not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
Ular tǝxnaliⱪ bilǝn ɵlümni kütidu, Biraⱪ u kǝlmǝydu; Ular ɵlümni yoxurun gɵⱨǝrni kezip izdigǝndinmu ǝwzǝl bilidu,
22 Who rejoice exceedingly, [and] are glad, when they can find the grave?
Ular gɵrni tapⱪanda zor huxal bolup, Xad-huramliⱪⱪa qɵmidu.
23 [Why is light given] to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
Ɵz yoli eniⱪsiz adǝmgǝ, Yǝni Tǝngrining tosiⱪi selinƣan adǝmgǝ nemixⱪa [nur wǝ ⱨayat] berilidu?
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
Xunga tamiⱪimning orniƣa nalilirim kelidu; Mening ⱪattiⱪ pǝryadlirim xarⱪiratmidǝk xarⱪiraydu.
25 For the thing which I greatly feared hath come upon me, and that which I dreaded hath come to me.
Qünki mǝn dǝl ⱪorⱪⱪan wǝⱨxǝt ɵz beximƣa qüxti; Mǝn dǝl ⱪorⱪidiƣan ix manga kǝldi.
26 I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.
Mǝndǝ ⱨeq aramliⱪ yoⱪtur! Ⱨǝm ⱨeq hatirjǝm ǝmǝsmǝn! Ⱨeq tinq-amanliⱪim yoⱪtur! Biraⱪ parakǝndiqilik ⱨaman üstümgǝ qüxmǝktǝ!».
