Job 3
1 After this hath Job opened his mouth, and revileth his day.
[Yǝttǝ kündin] keyin, Ayup eƣiz eqip [ǝⱨwaliƣa ⱪarita] ɵzining kɵrüwatⱪan künigǝ lǝnǝt oⱪup mundaⱪ dedi: —
2 And Job answereth and saith: —
3 Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: 'A man-child hath been conceived.'
«Mǝn tuƣulƣan axu kün bolmiƣan bolsa boptikǝn! «Oƣul bala apiridǝ boldi!» deyilgǝn xu keqǝ bolmiƣan bolsa boptikǝn!
4 That day — let it be darkness, Let not God require it from above, Nor let 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 death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.
Xu künni ⱪarangƣuluⱪ ⱨǝm ɵlümning kɵlǝnggisi ɵz ⱪoyniƣa alsa boptikǝn! Bulutlar uni yutup kǝtsǝ boptikǝn, Xu künni kün ⱪarangƣulatⱪuqilar ⱪorⱪitip kǝtküziwǝtkǝn bolsa boptikǝn!
6 That night — let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Into the number of months let it not come.
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! that night — let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it.
Mana, xu keqidǝ tuƣut bolmisa boptikǝn! U keqidǝ ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ xad-huramliⱪ awaz yangrimisa boptikǝn!
8 Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.
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 wait for light, and there is none, And let it not look on the eyelids of the dawn.
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 hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.
Qünki xu kün meni kɵtürgǝn baliyatⱪuning ixiklirini ǝtmigǝn, Mening kɵzlirimni dǝrd-ǝlǝmni kɵrǝlmǝs ⱪilmiƣan.
11 Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!
Aⱨ, nemixⱪa anamning ⱪorsiⱪidin qüxüpla ɵlüp kǝtmigǝndimǝn?! Nemixⱪa ⱪorsaⱪtin qiⱪⱪandila nǝpǝstin ⱪalmiƣandimǝn?
12 Wherefore have knees been before me? And what [are] breasts, that I suck?
Nemixⱪa meni ⱪobul ⱪilidiƣan etǝklǝr bolƣandu? Nemixⱪa meni emitidiƣan ǝmqǝklǝr bolƣandu?
13 For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept — then there is rest to me,
Muxular bolmiƣan bolsa, undaⱪta mǝn mǝnggü tinq yetip ⱪalattim, Mǝnggülük uyⱪuƣa kǝtkǝn bolattim, xu qaƣda aram tapⱪan bolattim.
14 With kings and counsellors of earth, These building wastes for themselves.
Xu qaƣda ɵzliri üqünla hilwǝt jaylarƣa mazar salƣan yǝr yüzidiki padixaⱨlar ⱨǝm mǝsliⱨǝtqilǝr bilǝn,
15 Or with princes — they have gold, They are filling their houses [with] silver.
Yaki altun yiƣⱪan, Ɵyliri kümüxkǝ tolƣan bǝg-xaⱨzadilǝr bilǝn bolattim;
16 (Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants — they have not seen light.)
Ⱪorsaⱪtin mǝzgilsiz qüxüp kǝtkǝn yoxurun balidǝk, Nurni kɵrmǝy qaqrap kǝtkǝn balidǝk ⱨayat kǝqürmigǝn bolattim.
17 There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power.
Axu yǝrdǝ rǝzillǝr awariqiliktin haliy bolidu, Axu yǝrdǝ ⱨalidin kǝtkǝnlǝr aram tapidu;
18 Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,
Axu yǝrdǝ ǝsirlǝr raⱨǝttǝ jǝm bolidu, Ular ǝzgüqilǝrning awazini anglimaydu;
19 Small and great [are] there the same. And a servant [is] free from his lord.
Ƣeriblarmu ⱨǝm uluƣlarmu axu yǝrdǝ turidu, Ⱪul bolsa hojayinidin azad bolidu.
20 Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?
Japa tartⱪuqiƣa nemǝ dǝp nur berilidu? Nemixⱪa dǝrd-ǝlǝmgǝ qɵmgǝnlǝrgǝ ⱨayat berilidu?
21 Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
Ular tǝxnaliⱪ bilǝn ɵlümni kütidu, Biraⱪ u kǝlmǝydu; Ular ɵlümni yoxurun gɵⱨǝrni kezip izdigǝndinmu ǝwzǝl bilidu,
22 Who are glad — unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.
Ular gɵrni tapⱪanda zor huxal bolup, Xad-huramliⱪⱪa qɵmidu.
23 To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up?
Ɵz yoli eniⱪsiz adǝmgǝ, Yǝni Tǝngrining tosiⱪi selinƣan adǝmgǝ nemixⱪa [nur wǝ ⱨayat] berilidu?
24 For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters [are] my roarings.
Xunga tamiⱪimning orniƣa nalilirim kelidu; Mening ⱪattiⱪ pǝryadlirim xarⱪiratmidǝk xarⱪiraydu.
25 For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me.
Qünki mǝn dǝl ⱪorⱪⱪan wǝⱨxǝt ɵz beximƣa qüxti; Mǝn dǝl ⱪorⱪidiƣan ix manga kǝldi.
26 I was not safe — nor was I quiet — Nor was I at rest — and trouble cometh!
Mǝndǝ ⱨeq aramliⱪ yoⱪtur! Ⱨǝm ⱨeq hatirjǝm ǝmǝsmǝn! Ⱨeq tinq-amanliⱪim yoⱪtur! Biraⱪ parakǝndiqilik ⱨaman üstümgǝ qüxmǝktǝ!».
