Job 13
1 Lo, all — hath mine eye seen, Heard hath mine ear, and it attendeth to it.
Mana, mening kɵzüm bularning ⱨǝmmisini kɵrüp qiⱪⱪan; Mening ⱪuliⱪim bularni anglap qüxǝngǝn.
2 According to your knowledge I have known — also I. I am not fallen more than you.
Silǝrning bilgǝnliringlarni mǝnmu bilimǝn; Mening silǝrdin ⱪelixⱪuqilikim yoⱪ.
3 Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight.
Biraⱪ mening arzuyum Ⱨǝmmigǝ ⱪadir bilǝn sɵzlixixtur, Mening Huda bilǝn munazirǝ ⱪilƣum kelidu.
4 And yet, ye [are] forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nought — all of you,
Silǝr bolsanglar tɵⱨmǝt qapliƣuqilar, Ⱨǝmminglar yaramsiz tewipsilǝr.
5 O that ye would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom.
Silǝr pǝⱪǝtla süküttǝ turƣan bolsanglar’idi! Bu silǝr üqün danaliⱪ bolatti!
6 Hear, I pray you, my argument, And to the pleadings of my lips attend,
Mening munazirǝmgǝ ⱪulaⱪ selinglar, Lǝwlirimdiki muⱨakimilǝrni anglap beⱪinglar.
7 For God do ye speak perverseness? And for Him do ye speak deceit?
Silǝr Hudaning wakalǝtqisi süpitidǝ boluwelip biadil sɵz ⱪilamsilǝr? Uning üqün ⱨiylǝ-mikirlik gǝp ⱪilmaⱪqimusilǝr?
8 His face do ye accept, if for God ye strive?
Uningƣa yüz-hatirǝ ⱪilip [huxamǝt] ⱪilmaⱪqimusilǝr?! Uningƣa wakalitǝn dǝwa sorimaⱪqimusilǝr?
9 Is [it] good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him?
U iq-baƣringlarni ahturup qiⱪsa, silǝr üqün yahxi bolattimu? Insan balisini aldiƣandǝk uni aldimaⱪqimusilǝr?
10 He doth surely reprove you, if in secret ye accept faces.
Silǝr yüz-hatirǝ ⱪilip yoxurunqǝ huxamǝt ⱪilsanglar, U qoⱪum silǝrni ǝyiblǝydu.
11 Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you?
Buningdin kɵrǝ Uning ⱨǝywisining silǝrni ⱪorⱪatⱪini, Uning wǝⱨimisining silǝrgǝ qüxkini tüzük ǝmǝsmu?
12 Your remembrances [are] similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights.
Pǝnd-nǝsiⱨǝtinglar pǝⱪǝt külgǝ ohxax sɵzlǝr, halas; Silǝr [ixǝnq baƣliƣan] istiⱨkaminglar pǝⱪǝt lay istiⱨkamlar, halas.
13 Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
Meni ihtiyarimƣa ⱪoyuwetip zuwan sürmǝnglar, meni gǝp ⱪilƣili ⱪoyunglar. Beximƣa ⱨǝrnemǝ kǝlsǝ kǝlsun!
14 Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
Ⱪandaⱪla bolmisun, jenim bilǝn tǝwǝkkul ⱪilimǝn, Mǝn jenimni alⱪinimƣa elip ⱪoyimǝn!
15 Lo, He doth slay me — I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
U jenimni alsimu mǝn yǝnila Uni kütimǝn, Uningƣa tayinimǝn; Biraⱪ ⱪandaⱪla bolmisun mǝn tutⱪan yollirimni Uning aldida aⱪlimaⱪqimǝn;
16 Also — He [is] to me for salvation, For the profane cometh not before Him.
Bundaⱪ ⱪilixim manga nijatliⱪ bolidu; Qünki iplas bir adǝm uning aldiƣa baralmaydu.
17 Hear ye diligently my word, And my declaration with your ears.
Sɵzlirimni diⱪⱪǝt bilǝn anglanglar, Bayanlirimƣa obdan ⱪulaⱪ selinglar.
18 Lo, I pray you, I have set in order the cause, I have known that I am righteous.
Mana, mǝn ɵz dǝwayimni tǝrtipliⱪ ⱪilip tǝyyar ⱪildim; Mǝn ɵzümning ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝtǝn aⱪlinidiƣanliⱪimni bilimǝn.
19 Who [is] he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
Mǝn bilǝn bǝs-munazirǝ ⱪilidiƣan ⱪeni kim barkin? Ⱨazir süküt ⱪilƣan bolsam, tiniⱪtin tohtiƣan bolattim!
20 Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden.
[Aⱨ Huda]! Manga pǝⱪǝt ikki ixnila ⱪilip bǝrgin; Xundaⱪ bolƣandila, mǝn ɵzümni Sǝndin ⱪaqurmaymǝn:
21 Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.
— Ⱪolungni mǝndin yiraⱪ ⱪilƣin; — Wǝⱨimǝng meni ⱪorⱪatmisun.
22 And call Thou, and I — I answer, Or — I speak, and answer Thou me.
Andin meni sot ⱪilixⱪa qaⱪir, mǝn sanga jawab berimǝn; Yaki mǝn Sanga [dǝwayimdin] sɵz ⱪilsam, Sǝnmu manga jawab berisǝn.
23 How many iniquities and sins have I? My transgression and my sin let me know.
Mening ⱪǝbiⱨliklirim ⱨǝm gunaⱨlirim zadi ⱪanqilik? Itaǝtsizlikim ⱨǝm gunaⱨimni manga kɵrsitip bǝr!
24 Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?
Nemixⱪa didaringni mǝndin yoxurisǝn? Nemixⱪa meni Ɵz düxmining dǝp bilding?
25 A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue?
Uyaⱪ-buyaⱪⱪa uquruwetilidiƣan anqiki bir yopurmaⱪni wǝⱨimigǝ salmaⱪqimusǝn? Ⱪurup kǝtkǝn pahalni ⱪoƣlimaⱪqimusǝn?
26 For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth:
Qünki Sǝn mening üstümdin zǝⱨǝrdǝk ǝrzlǝrni yazisǝn, Sǝn yaxliⱪimdiki ⱪǝbiⱨliklirimni manga ⱪayturuwatisǝn.
27 And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print,
Mǝn qirip kǝtkǝn bir nǝrsǝ, Mǝn pǝⱪǝt küyǝ yegǝn bir kiyimla bolƣinim bilǝn, Lekin Sǝn mening putlirimni kixǝnlǝysǝn, Ⱨǝmmǝ yollirimni kɵzitip yürisǝn; Tapanlirimƣa mangmasliⱪ üqün qǝk sizip ⱪoyƣansǝn.
28 And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
