Job 5
1 Pray, call, is there any to answer thee? And unto which of the holy ones dost thou turn?
Ⱪeni, iltija ⱪilip baⱪ, sanga jawab ⱪilƣuqi barmikin? Muⱪǝddǝslǝrning ⱪaysisidin panaⱨ tilǝysǝn?
2 For provocation slayeth the perverse, And envy putteth to death the simple,
Qünki ǝhmǝⱪning aqqiⱪi ɵzini ɵltüridu, Ⱪǝⱨri nadanning jeniƣa zamin bolidu.
3 I — I have seen the perverse taking root, And I mark his habitation straightway,
Mǝn ɵz kɵzüm bilǝn ǝhmǝⱪning yiltiz tartⱪanliⱪini kɵrgǝnmǝn; Lekin xu ⱨaman uning makanini «Lǝnǝtkǝ uqraydu!» dǝp bildim,
4 Far are his sons from safety, And they are bruised in the gate, And there is no deliverer.
Uning baliliri amanliⱪtin yiraⱪtur; Ular xǝⱨǝr dǝrwazisida sot ⱪilinƣanda basturuldi; Ularƣa ⱨeqkim ⱨimayiqi bolmaydu.
5 Whose harvest the hungry doth eat, And even from the thorns taketh it, And the designing swallowed their wealth.
Uning ⱨosulini aqlar yǝp tügitidu; Ular ⱨǝtta tikǝn arisida ⱪalƣanlirinimu elip tügitidu; Ⱪiltaⱪqimu uning mal-mülüklirini yutuwelixⱪa tǝyyar turidu.
6 For sorrow cometh not forth from the dust, Nor from the ground springeth up misery.
Qünki awariqilik ǝzǝldin topidin ünüp qiⱪmaydu, Külpǝtmu yǝrdin ɵsüp qiⱪⱪanmu ǝmǝs.
7 For man to misery is born, And the sparks go high to fly.
Biraⱪ uqⱪun yuⱪiriƣa uqidiƣandǝk, Insan külpǝt tartixⱪa tuƣulƣandur.
8 Yet I — I inquire for God, And for God I give my word,
Ornungda mǝn bolsam, Tǝngriƣila murajiǝt ⱪilattim, Mǝn iximni Hudayimƣila tapxuriwetǝttim.
9 Doing great things, and there is no searching. Wonderful, till there is no numbering.
U ⱨesabsiz karamǝtlǝrni, San-sanaⱪsiz mɵjizilǝrni yaritidu.
10 Who is giving rain on the face of the land, And is sending waters on the out-places.
U yǝrgǝ yamƣur tǝⱪdim ⱪilidu; U dala üstigǝ su ǝwǝtip beridu.
11 To set the low on a high place, And the mourners have been high [in] safety.
U pǝs orunda turidiƣanlarning mǝrtiwisini üstün ⱪilidu; Matǝm tutⱪanlar amanliⱪⱪa kɵtürülidu.
12 Making void thoughts of the subtile, And their hands do not execute wisdom.
U ⱨiyligǝrlǝrning niyǝtlirini bikar ⱪiliwetidu, Nǝtijidǝ ular ixini püttürǝlmǝydu.
13 Capturing the wise in their subtilty, And the counsel of wrestling ones was hastened,
U mǝkkarlarni ɵz ⱨiyligǝrlikidin tuzaⱪⱪa alidu; Əgrilǝrning nǝyrǝngliri eⱪitip ketilidu.
14 By day they meet darkness, And as night — they grope at noon.
Kündüzdǝ ular ⱪarangƣuluⱪⱪa uqraydu; Qüxtǝ tün keqidǝk silaxturup mangidu.
15 And He saveth the wasted from their mouth, And from a strong hand the needy,
Biraⱪ u miskinlǝrni mǝkkarlarning ⱪiliqi wǝ aƣzidin ⱪutⱪuzidu, Ularni küqlüklǝrning qanggilidin ⱪudrǝtlik ⱪoli bilǝn ⱪutⱪuzidu.
16 And there is hope to the poor, And perverseness hath shut her mouth.
Xunga, ajizlar üqün ümid tuƣulidu, Ⱪǝbiⱨlik aƣzini yumidu.
17 Lo, the happiness of mortal man, God doth reprove him: And the chastisement of the Mighty despise not,
Ⱪara, Tǝngri ibrǝt bǝrgǝn adǝm bǝhtliktur, Xunga, Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadirning tǝrbiyisigǝ sǝl ⱪarima jumu!
18 For He doth pain, and He bindeth up, He smiteth, and His hands heal.
Qünki U adǝmni yarilanduridu, andin yarini tangidu; U sanjiydu, biraⱪ Uning ⱪolliri yǝnǝ saⱪaytidu.
19 In six distresses He delivereth thee, And in seven evil striketh not on thee.
U seni altǝ ⱪiyinqiliⱪtin ⱪutⱪuzidu; Ⱨǝtta yǝttǝ külpǝttǝ ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ yamanliⱪ sanga tǝgmǝydu.
20 In famine He hath redeemed thee from death, And in battle from the hands of the sword.
Aqarqiliⱪta U sening ülüminggǝ, Uruxta U sanga urulƣan ⱪiliq zǝrbisigǝ nijatkar bolidu.
21 When the tongue scourgeth thou art hid, And thou art not afraid of destruction, When it cometh.
Sǝn zǝⱨǝrlik tillarning zǝrbisidimu baxpanaⱨliⱪ iqigǝ yoxurunisǝn, Wǝyranqiliⱪ kǝlgǝndǝ uningdin ⱨeq ⱪorⱪmaydiƣan bolisǝn.
22 At destruction and at hunger thou mockest, And of the beast of the earth, Thou art not afraid.
Wǝyranqiliⱪ wǝ ⱪǝⱨǝtqilik aldida külüpla ⱪoyisǝn; Yǝr yüzidiki ⱨaywanlardinmu ⱨeq ⱪorⱪmaysǝn.
23 (For with sons of the field [is] thy covenant, And the beast of the field Hath been at peace with thee.)
Sǝn daladiki taxlar bilǝn ǝⱨdidax bolisǝn; Yawayi ⱨaywanlarmu sǝn bilǝn inaⱪ ɵtidu.
24 And thou hast known that thy tent [is] peace, And inspected thy habitation, and errest not,
Sǝn qediringning tinq-amanliⱪta bolidiƣanliⱪini bilip yetisǝn; Mal-mülküngni editlisǝng, ⱨǝmmǝ nemǝngning tǝl ikǝnlikini bayⱪaysǝn.
25 And hast known that numerous [is] Thy seed, And thine offspring as the herb of the earth;
Nǝsling kɵp bolidiƣanliⱪini, Pǝrzǝntliringning ot-qɵptǝk kɵp ikǝnlikini bilisǝn.
26 Thou comest in full age unto the grave, As the going up of a stalk in its season.
Sǝn ɵz waⱪtidila yetilip yiƣilƣan bir baƣ buƣdaydǝk, Pǝⱪǝt waⱪit-saiting pixip yetilgǝndila yǝrlikinggǝ kirisǝn.
27 Lo, this — we searched it out — it [is] right, hearken; And thou, know for thyself!
Biz ɵzimiz buni tǝkxürüp kɵrgǝnmiz — ular ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝtǝn xundaⱪtur. Xunga ɵzüng anglap bil, bularni ɵzünggǝ tǝtbiⱪlap oylap baⱪ».
