Job 30
1 “But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.
— «Biraq hazir bolsa, yashlar méni mazaq qilidu, Ularning dadilirini hetta padamni baqidighan itlar bilen bille ishleshke yol qoyushnimu yaman körettim.
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
Ularning maghduri ketkendin kéyin, Qolidiki küch manga néme payda yetküzelisun?
3 They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
Yoqsuzluq hem achliqtin yiglep ketken, Ular uzundin buyan chölderep ketken desht-bayawanda quruq yerni ghajaydu.
4 They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.
Ular emen-shiwaqni chatqallar arisidin yulidu, Shumbuyining yiltizlirinimu térip özlirige nan qilidu.
5 They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief,
Ular el-yurtlardin heydiwétilgen bolidu, Kishiler ularni körüpla oghrini körgendek warqirap tillaydu.
6 so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
Shuning bilen ular sürlük jilghilarda qonup, Tashlar arisida, gharlar ichide yashashqa mejbur bolidu.
7 They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.
Chatqalliq arisida ular hangrap kétidu, Tikenler astida ular dügdiyip olturishidu;
8 They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.
Nadanlarning, nam-abruyisizlarning baliliri, Ular zémindin sürtoqay heydiwétilgen.
9 “Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
Men hazir bolsam bularning hejwiy naxshisi, Hetta söz-chöchikining destiki bolup qaldim!
10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.
Ular mendin nepretlinip, Mendin yiraq turup, Yüzümge tükürüshtinmu yanmaydu.
11 For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
Chünki [Xuda] méning hayat rishtimni üzüp, méni japagha chömdürgen, Shuning bilen shu ademler aldimda tizginlirini éliwetken.
12 On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet. They cast their ways of destruction up against me.
Ong yénimda bir top chüprende yashlar ornidin turup, Ular putumni turghan yéridin ittiriwetmekchi, Ular sépilimgha hujum pelempeylirini kötürüp turidu;
13 They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.
Ular yolumni buzuwétidu, Ularning héch yölenchüki bolmisimu, Halakitimni ilgiri sürmekte.
14 As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.
Ular sépilning keng bösük jayidin bösüp kirgendek kirishidu; Weyranilikimdin paydilinip chong tashlardek domilap kirishidu.
15 Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
Wehimiler burulup méni öz nishani qilghan; Shuning bilen hörmitim shamal ötüp yoq bolghandek heydiwétildi, Awatchiliqimmu bulut ötüp ketkendek ötüp ketti.
16 “Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
Hazir bolsa jénim qachidin tökülüp ketkendek; Azabliq künler méni tutuwaldi.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
Kéchiler bolsa, manga söngeklirimgiche sanjimaqta; Aghriqlirim méni chishlep dem almaydu.
18 My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.
[Aghriqlar] zor küchi bilen manga kiyim-kéchikimdek boldi; Ular könglikimning yaqisidek manga chaplishiwaldi.
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
Xuda méni sazliqqa tashliwetken, Men topa-changgha we külge oxshash bolup qaldim.
20 I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
Men Sanga nale-peryad kötürmektimen, Biraq Sen manga jawab bermeysen; Men ornumdin tursam, Sen peqetla manga qarapla qoyisen.
21 You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
Sen özgirip manga bir zalim boldung; Qolungning küchi bilen manga zerbe qiliwatisen;
22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
Sen méni kötürüp Shamalgha mindürgensen; Boran-chapqunda teelluqatimni yoq qiliwetkensen.
23 For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.
Chünki Sen méni axirida ölümge, Yeni barliq hayat igilirining «yighilish öyi»ge keltürüwatisen.
24 “However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
U halak qilghan waqtida kishiler nale-peryad kötürsimu, U qolini uzatqanda, duaning derweqe héchqandaq netijisi yoq;
25 Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?
Men künliri tes kishi üchün yighlap [dua qilghan] emesmu? Namratlar üchün jénim azablanmidimu?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.
Men özüm yaxshiliq kütüp yürginim bilen, yamanliq kélip qaldi; Nur kütkinim bilen, qarangghuluq keldi.
27 My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
Ichim qazandek qaynap, aramliq tapmaywatidu; Azabliq künler manga yüzlendi.
28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
Men quyash nurini körmeymu qaridap yürmektimen; Xalayiq arisida men ornumdin turup, nale-peryad kötürimen.
29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
Men chilbörilerge qérindash bolup qaldim, Huwqushlarning hemrahi boldum.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
Térem qariyip mendin ajrap kétiwatidu, Söngeklirim qiziqtin köyüp kétiwatidu.
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
Chiltarimdin matem mersiyesi chiqidu, Néyimning awazi haza tutquchilarning yighisigha aylinip qaldi».
