Job 18
1 Forsothe Baldach Suythes answeride, and seide,
Xuhaliⱪ Bildad jawabǝn mundaⱪ dedi: —
2 `Til to what ende schalt thou booste with wordis? Vndurstonde thou first, and so speke we.
Sǝndǝk adǝmlǝr ⱪaqanƣiqǝ mundaⱪ sɵzlǝrni tohtatmaysilǝr? Silǝr obdan oylap beⱪinglar, andin biz sɵz ⱪilimiz.
3 Whi ben we arettid as beestis, and han we be foule bifor thee?
Biz nemixⱪa silǝrning aldinglarda ⱨaywanlar ⱨesablinimiz? Nemixⱪa aldinglarda ǝhmǝⱪ tonulimiz?
4 What leesist thou thi soule in thi woodnes? Whether the erthe schal be forsakun `for thee, and hard stoonys schulen be borun ouer fro her place?
Ⱨǝy ɵzüngning ƣǝzipidǝ ɵzüngni yirtⱪuqi, seni dǝpla yǝr-zemin taxliwetilǝmdu?! Taƣ-taxlar ɵz ornidin kɵtürülüp ketǝmdu?!
5 Whethir the liyt of a wickid man schal not be quenchid; and the flawme of his fier schal not schyne?
Ⱪandaⱪla bolmisun, yaman adǝmning qiriƣi ɵqürülidu, Uning ot-uqⱪunliri yalⱪunlimaydu.
6 Liyt schal wexe derke in his tabernacle; and the lanterne, which is on hym, schal be quenchid.
Qediridiki nur ⱪarangƣuluⱪⱪa aylinidu, Uning üstigǝ asⱪan qiriƣi ɵqürülidu.
7 The steppis of his vertu schulen be maad streit; and his counsel schal caste hym doun.
Uning mǝzmut ⱪǝdǝmliri ⱪisilidu, Ɵzining nǝsiⱨǝtliri ɵzini mollaⱪ atⱪuzidu.
8 For he hath sent hise feet in to a net; and he goith in the meschis therof.
Qünki ɵz putliri ɵzini torƣa ǝwǝtidu, U dǝl torning üstigǝ dǝssǝydiƣan bolidu.
9 His foot schal be holdun with a snare; and thirst schal brenne out ayens hym.
Ⱪiltaⱪ uni tapinidin iliwalidu, Tuzaⱪ uni tutuwalidu.
10 The foot trappe of hym is hid in the erthe, and his snare on the path.
Yǝrdǝ uni kütidiƣan yoxurun arƣamqa bar, Yolida uni tutmaⱪqi bolƣan bir ⱪapⱪan bar.
11 Dredis schulen make hym aferd on ech side, and schulen biwlappe hise feet.
Uni ⱨǝr tǝrǝptin wǝⱨimilǝr besip ⱪorⱪitiwatidu, Ⱨǝm ular uni iz ⱪoƣlap ⱪoƣlawatidu.
12 His strengthe be maad feble bi hungur; and pouert asaile hise ribbis.
Maƣdurini aqarqiliⱪ yǝp tügǝtti; Palakǝt uning yenida paylap yüridu.
13 Deuoure it the fairnesse of his skyn; the firste gendrid deth waste hise armes.
Ɵlümning qong balisi uning terisini yǝwatidu; Uning ǝzalirini xoraydu.
14 His trist be takun awei fro his tabernacle; and perischyng, as a kyng, aboue trede on hym.
U ɵz qediridiki amanliⱪtin yulup taxlinidu, [Ɵlümning tunjisi] uni «wǝⱨimilǝrning padixaⱨi»ning aldiƣa yalap apiridu.
15 The felowis of hym that is not, dwelle in his tabernacle; brymston be spreynt in his tabernacle.
Ɵyidikilǝr ǝmǝs, bǝlki baxⱪilar uning qedirida turidu; Turalƣusining üstigǝ günggürt yaƣdurulidu.
16 The rootis of hym be maad drie bynethe; sotheli his ripe corn be al to-brokun aboue.
Uning yiltizi tegidin ⱪurutulidu; Üstidiki xahliri kesilidu.
17 His mynde perische fro the erthe; and his name be not maad solempne in stretis.
Uning ǝslimisimu yǝr yüzidikilǝrning esidin kɵtürülüp ketidu, Sirtlarda uning nam-abruyi ⱪalmaydu.
18 He schal put hym out fro `liyt in to derknessis; and he schal bere hym ouer fro the world.
U yoruⱪluⱪtin ⱪarangƣuluⱪⱪa ⱪoƣliwetilgǝn bolup, Bu dunyadin ⱨǝydiwetilidu.
19 Nethir his seed nether kynrede schal be in his puple, nether ony relifs in hise cuntreis.
Əl-yurtta ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ pǝrzǝntliri yaki ǝwladliri ⱪalmaydu, U musapir bolup turƣan yǝrlǝrdimu nǝsli ⱪalmaydu.
20 The laste men schulen wondre in hise daies; and hidousnesse schal asaile the firste men.
Uningdin keyinkilǝr uning künigǝ ⱪarap alaⱪzadǝ bolidu, Huddi aldinⱪilarmu qɵqüp kǝtkǝndǝk.
21 Therfor these ben the tabernaclis of a wickid man; and this is the place of hym, that knowith not God.
Mana, ⱪǝbiⱨ adǝmning makanliri xübⱨisiz xundaⱪ, Tǝngrini tonumaydiƣan kixiningmu orni qoⱪum xundaⱪtur.
