Job 23
1 Sotheli Joob answeride, and seide,
Ayup jawabǝn mundaⱪ dedi: —
2 Now also my word is in bitternesse, and the hond of my wounde is agreggid on my weilyng.
«Bügünmu xikayitim aqqiⱪtur; Uning meni basⱪan ⱪoli aⱨ-zarlirimdinmu eƣirdur!
3 Who yyueth to me, that Y knowe, and fynde hym, and come `til to his trone?
Aⱨ, Uni nǝdin tapalaydiƣanliⱪimni bilgǝn bolsam’idi, Undaⱪta Uning olturidiƣan jayiƣa barar idim!
4 Y schal sette doom bifor hym, and Y schal fille my mouth with blamyngis;
Xunda mǝn Uning aldida dǝwayimni bayan ⱪilattim, Aƣzimni munazirilǝr bilǝn toldurattim,
5 that Y kunne the wordis, whiche he schal answere to me, and that Y vnderstonde, what he schal speke to me.
Mǝn Uning manga bǝrmǝkqi bolƣan jawabini bilǝlǝyttim, Uning manga nemini demǝkqi bolƣanliⱪini qüxinǝlǝyttim.
6 Y nyle, that he stryue with me bi greet strengthe, nether oppresse me with the heuynesse of his greetnesse.
U manga ⱪarxi turup zor küqi bilǝn mening bilǝn talixamti? Yaⱪ! U qoⱪum manga ⱪulaⱪ salatti.
7 Sette he forth equite ayens me, and my doom come perfitli to victorie.
Uning ⱨuzurida ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy bir adǝm uning bilǝn dǝwalixalaytti; Xundaⱪ bolsa, mǝn ɵz Sotqim aldida mǝnggügiqǝ aⱪlanƣan bolattim.
8 If Y go to the eest, God apperith not; if Y go to the west, Y schal not vndurstonde hym; if Y go to the left side,
Əpsus, mǝn alƣa ⱪarap mangsammu, lekin U u yǝrdǝ yoⱪ; Kǝynimgǝ yansammu, Uning sayisinimu kɵrǝlmǝymǝn.
9 what schal Y do? Y schal not take hym; if Y turne me to the riyt side, Y schal not se hym.
U sol tǝrǝptǝ ix ⱪiliwatⱪanda, mǝn Uni bayⱪiyalmaymǝn; U ong tǝrǝptǝ yoxurunƣanda, mǝn Uni kɵrǝlmǝymǝn;
10 But he knowith my weie, and he schal preue me as gold, that passith thorouy fier.
Biraⱪ U mening mangidiƣan yolumni bilip turidu; U meni tawliƣandin keyin, altundǝk sap bolimǝn.
11 My foot suede hise steppis; Y kepte his weie, and Y bowide not awey fro it.
Mening putlirim uning ⱪǝdǝmlirigǝ qing ǝgǝxkǝn; Uning yolini qing tutup, ⱨeq qǝtnimidim.
12 Y yede not awei fro the comaundementis of hise lippis; and Y hidde in my bosum the wordis of his mouth.
Mǝn yǝnǝ Uning lǝwlirining buyruⱪidin bax tartmidim; Mǝn Uning aƣzidiki sɵzlǝrni ɵz kɵngüldikilirimdin ⱪimmǝtlik bilip ⱪǝdirlǝp kǝldim.
13 For he is aloone, and no man may turne awei hise thouytis; and what euer thing he wolde, his wille dide this thing.
Biraⱪ Uning bolsa birla muddiasi bardur, kimmu Uni yolidin buruyalisun? U kɵnglidǝ nemini arzu ⱪilƣan bolsa, xuni ⱪilidu.
14 Whanne he hath fillid his wille in me, also many othere lijk thingis ben redi to hym.
Qünki U manga nemini iradǝ ⱪilƣan bolsa, xuni bǝrⱨǝⱪ wujudⱪa qiⱪiridu; Mana muxu hildiki ixlar Uningda yǝnǝ nurƣundur.
15 And therfor Y am disturblid of his face, and Y biholdynge hym am anguyschid for drede.
Xunga mǝn Uning aldida dǝkkǝ-dükkigǝ qüximǝn; Bularni oylisamla, mǝn Uningdin ⱪorⱪup ketimǝn.
16 God hath maad neische myn herte, and Almyyti God hath disturblid me.
Qünki Tǝngri kɵnglümni ajiz ⱪilƣan, Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadir meni sarasimigǝ salidu.
17 For Y perischide not for derknessis neiyynge; nethir myist hilide my face.
Ⱨalbuki, mǝn ⱪarangƣuluⱪ iqidǝ ujuⱪturulmidim, Wǝ yaki yüzümni oriwalƣan zulmǝt-ⱪarangƣuluⱪⱪimu ⱨeq süküt ⱪilmidim.
