Job 9
1 And Job answereth and saith: —
Ayup jawabǝn mundaⱪ dedi: —
2 Truly I have known that [it is] so, And what — is man righteous with God?
Way, seningla toƣra, [dunyani] ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝtǝn sǝn degǝndǝk dǝp bilimǝn! Biraⱪ insan balisi ⱪandaⱪ ⱪilip Tǝngri aldida ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy bolalisun?
3 If he delight to strive with Him — He doth not answer him one of a thousand.
Ⱨǝtta ǝgǝr birsi uning bilǝn dǝwalixixⱪa petinalisa, Xu [kixi] mǝsililǝrning mingdin birigimu jawab berǝlmǝydu.
4 Wise in heart and strong in power — Who hath hardened toward Him and is at peace?
Uning ⱪǝlbidǝ qongⱪur danaliⱪ bardur, U zor küq-ⱪudrǝtkǝ igidur; Kimmu Uningƣa ⱪarxi qiⱪip, yürikini tom ⱪilip, Keyin tinq-aman ⱪalƣan?
5 Who is removing mountains, And they have not known, Who hath overturned them in His anger.
U taƣlarni ƣǝzipidǝ ƣulatⱪanda, Ularƣa ⱨeq bildürmǝyla ularni yulup taxlaydu.
6 Who is shaking earth from its place, And its pillars move themselves.
U yǝr-zeminni tǝwritip ɵz ornidin ⱪozƣitidu, Xuning bilǝn uning tüwrükliri titrǝp ketidu.
7 Who is speaking to the sun, and it riseth not, And the stars He sealeth up.
U ⱪuyaxⱪa kɵtürülmǝ dǝp sɵz ⱪilsila, u ⱪopmaydu; U [halisa] yultuzlarningmu nurini peqǝtlǝp ⱪoyalaydu.
8 Stretching out the heavens by Himself, And treading on the heights of the sea,
Asmanlarni kǝng yayƣuqi pǝⱪǝt udur, U dengiz dolⱪunliri üstigǝ dǝssǝp yüridu.
9 Making Osh, Kesil, and Kimah, And the inner chambers of the south.
U yǝttǝ ⱪaraⱪqi yultuz, Orion yultuz türkümi wǝ ⱪǝlb yultuz topini, Jǝnubiy yultuz türkümlirinimu yaratⱪan.
10 Doing great things till there is no searching, And wonderful, till there is no numbering.
U ⱨesabliƣusiz uluƣ ixlarni, Sanap tügitǝlmǝydiƣan karamǝt ixlarni ⱪilidu.
11 Lo, He goeth over by me, and I see not, And He passeth on, and I attend not to it.
Ⱪara, U yenimdin ɵtidu, biraⱪ mǝn Uni kɵrmǝymǝn; U ɵtüp ketidu, biraⱪ Uni bayⱪiyalmaymǝn.
12 Lo, He snatches away, who bringeth it back? Who saith unto Him, 'What dost Thou?'
Mana, U elip ketidu, kim Uni Ɵz yolidin yanduralisun? Kim Uningdin: «Nemǝ ⱪiliwatisǝn» dǝp soraxⱪa petinalisun?
13 God doth not turn back His anger, Under Him bowed have proud helpers.
Tǝngri ƣǝzipini ⱪayturuwalmaydu; Raⱨabning yardǝmqiliri Uning ayiƣiƣa bax egidu.
14 How much less do I — I answer Him? Choose out my words with Him?
Xundaⱪ turuⱪluⱪ, mǝn ⱪandaⱪmu uningƣa jawab berǝlǝyttim. Mǝn munazirǝ ⱪilƣudǝk ⱪandaⱪ sɵzlǝrni talliyalayttim?
15 Whom, though I were righteous, I answer not, For my judgment I make supplication.
Mubada mǝn ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy bolsammu, Mǝn yǝnila Uningƣa jawab berǝlmǝyttim; Mǝn pǝⱪǝt sotqimƣa iltijala ⱪilalayttim.
16 Though I had called and He answereth me, I do not believe that He giveth ear [to] my voice.
Mǝn Uningƣa iltija ⱪilƣan wǝ U manga jawab bǝrgǝn bolsimu, Mǝn tehi Uning sadayimni angliƣanliⱪiƣa ixǝnq ⱪilalmiƣan bolattim;
17 Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.
U boran-qapⱪunlar bilǝn meni ezidu, U yarilirimni sǝwǝbsiz awutmaⱪta.
18 He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
U manga ⱨǝtta nǝpǝs elixⱪimu ruhsǝt bǝrmǝydu, Əksiqǝ U manga dǝrd-ǝlǝmni yükliwǝtti.
19 If of power, lo, the Strong One; And if of judgment — who doth convene me?
Küq-ⱪudrǝt toƣrisida gǝp ⱪilsaⱪ, mana, Uningdin küqlük [yǝnǝ baxⱪa kim] bar? Adalǝtkǝ kǝlsǝk, kim Uni sotⱪa qaⱪiralisun?!
20 If I be righteous, Mine mouth doth declare me wicked, Perfect I am! — it declareth me perverse.
Mǝn ɵzümni aⱪlimaⱪqi bolsam, ɵz aƣzim ɵzümni gunaⱨⱪa paturar, Ⱪosursiz bolƣan bolsam, U yǝnila meni ǝgri dǝp bekitǝr.
21 Perfect I am! — I know not my soul, I despise my life.
Biraⱪ mǝn ǝslidǝ eyibsiz idim. Mǝyli, ɵzümning ⱪandaⱪ bolidiƣanliⱪim bilǝn pǝrwayim pǝlǝk! Ɵz jenimdin toydum!
22 It is the same thing, therefore I said, 'The perfect and the wicked He is consuming.'
Ⱨǝmmǝ ix ohxax ikǝn; xunga mǝn dǝymǝnki, U duruslarnimu, yamanlarnimu ohxaxla yoⱪitidu.
23 If a scourge doth put to death suddenly, At the trial of the innocent He laugheth.
Tuyuⱪsiz bexiƣa ⱪaza kelip ɵlsǝ, U bigunaⱨlarƣa ⱪilinƣan bu sinaⱪⱪa ⱪarap külidu.
24 Earth hath been given Into the hand of the wicked one. The face of its judges he covereth, If not — where, who [is] he?
Yǝr yüzi yamanlarning ⱪoliƣa tapxuruldi; Biraⱪ U sotqilarning kɵzlirini bu adalǝtsizlikni kɵrǝlmǝydiƣan ⱪilip ⱪoyidu; Muxundaⱪ ⱪilƣuqi U bolmay, yǝnǝ kim bolsun?
25 My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,
Mening künlirim yǝltapanning yügürüxidinmu tez ɵtidu; Ular mǝndin ⱪeqip ketidu, Ularning ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ yahxiliⱪi yoⱪtur.
26 They have passed on with ships of reed, As an eagle darteth on food.
Ular ⱪomux kemilǝrdǝk qapsan ɵtüp ketidu; Alƣur bürküt owni tutⱪili xungƣuƣandǝk tez mangidu.
27 Though I say, 'I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'
Əgǝr: «Nalǝ-pǝryadtin tohtap, Qirayimni tutuldurmay hux qiray bolay» desǝmmu,
28 I have been afraid of all my griefs, I have known that Thou dost not acquit me.
Mǝn yǝnila azablirimning ⱨǝmmisidin ⱪorⱪup yürimǝn; Qünki Seni meni bigunaⱨ ⱨesablimaydu dǝp bilimǝn.
29 I — I am become wicked; why [is] this? [In] vain I labour.
Mǝn ⱨaman ǝyiblik adǝm bolsam, Mǝn biⱨudǝ japa tartip nemǝ ⱪilay?
30 If I have washed myself with snow-water, And purified with soap my hands,
Ⱨǝtta ⱪar süyi bilǝn yuyunup, Ⱪolumni xunqǝ pakizliƣan bolsammu,
31 Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me.
Sǝn yǝnila meni ǝwrǝzgǝ qɵmüldürisǝnki, Ɵz kiyimimmu mǝndin nǝprǝtlinidiƣan bolidu!
32 But if a man like myself — I answer him, We come together into judgment.
Qünki U mǝn Uningƣa jawab berǝligüdǝk, manga ohxax adǝm ǝmǝs. Mening Uning bilǝn sotta dǝwalaxⱪuqilikim yoⱪtur.
33 If there were between us an umpire, He doth place his hand on us both.
Otturimizda ⱨǝr ikkimizni ɵz ⱪoli bilǝn tǝng tutidiƣan kelixtürgüqi bolsidi!
34 He doth turn aside from off me his rod, And His terror doth not make me afraid,
U Ɵzining tayiⱪini mǝndin yiraⱪ ⱪilsun, Uning wǝⱨimisi meni ⱪorⱪatmisun;
35 I speak, and do not fear Him, But I am not right with myself.
Xundila mǝn Uningdin ⱪorⱪmay sɵzliyǝlǝyttim; Biraⱪ ǝⱨwalim undaⱪ ǝmǝstur!
