Ayup 10
1 Men öz jénimdin nepretlinimen; Öz derdimni töküwalay; Qelbimdiki ah-zarimni sözliwalay.
My soul is weary of my life. I will release my words against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 Men Tengrige: «Méning gunahimni békitme; manga körsetkinki, Sen zadi néme üchün men bilen dewalishisen?
I will say to God: Do not be willing to condemn me. Reveal to me why you judge me this way.
3 Ademni ezgining, Öz qolung bilen yaratqiningni chetke qaqqining Sanga paydiliqmu? Yamanlarning suyiqestige nur chachqining yaxshimu?
Does it seem good to you, if you find fault with me and oppress me, the work of your own hands, and assist the counsel of the impious?
4 Séning közüng insanningkidek ajizmu? Sen ademler körgendek xire köremsen?
Do you have bodily eyes? Or, just as man sees, will you see?
5 Séning künliring ölidighan insanning künliridek cheklikmu? Séning yilliring insanning yilliridek qisqimu?
Are your days just like the days of man, and are your years as the times of humans,
6 Sen méning rezil adem emeslikimni bilip turup, Séning qolungdin qutuldurghudek héchkimning yoqluqini bilip turup, Némishqa méning xataliqimni sorap yürisen? Némishqa méning gunahimni sürüshtürisen?» — deymen.
so that you would inquire about my iniquity and examine my sin?
And you know that I have done nothing impious, yet there is no one who can deliver from your hand.
8 — Sen Öz qolliring bilen méni shekillendürüp, bir gewde qilip yaratqansen; Biraq Sen méni yoqatmaqchisen!
Your hands have made me and formed me all around, and, in this way, do you suddenly throw me away?
9 Sen layni yasighandek méni yasighiningni ésingde tutqaysen, dep yélinimen; Sen méni yene tupraqqa qayturamsen?
Remember, I ask you, that you have fashioned me like clay, and you will reduce me to dust.
10 Sen [ustiliq bilen] méni süttek quyup chayqap, Méni irimchiktek uyutqan emesmu?
Have you not extracted me like milk and curdled me like cheese?
11 Sen tére hem et bilen méni kiyindürgensen, Ustixan hem pey bilen birleshtürüp méni toqughansen.
You have clothed me with skin and flesh. You have put me together with bones and nerves.
12 Sen manga hayat hem méhir-shepqet teqdim qilghansen, Sen söygüng bilen rohimdin xewer alding.
You have assigned to me life and mercy, and your visitation has preserved my spirit.
13 Biraq bu ishlar Séning qelbingde yoshuruqluq idi; Bularning eslide qelbingde püküklikini bilimen.
Though you may conceal this in your heart, yet I know that you remember everything.
14 Gunah qilghan bolsam, Sen méni közitip yürgen bolatting; Sen méning qebihlikimni jazalimay qoymaytting.
If I have sinned, and you have spared me for an hour, why do you not endure me to be clean from my iniquity?
15 Rezil hésablan’ghan bolsam, manga bala kéletti! Hem yaki heqqaniy hésablansammu, qattiq nomusqa chömüp, azabqa chömginimde, Béshimni yenila kötürüshke jür’et qilalmayttim;
And if I should be impious, woe to me, and if I should be just, I will not lift up my head, being drenched with affliction and misery.
16 Hetta [béshimni] kötürüshke jür’et qilsammu, Sen esheddiy shirdek méning péyimge chüshetting; Sen manga karamet küchüngni arqa-arqidin körsitetting.
And because of pride, you will seize me like a lioness, and having returned, you torment me to an extraordinary degree.
17 Sen méni eyibleydighan guwahchiliringni qaytidin aldimgha keltürisen; Manga qaritilghan ghezipingni zor qilisen; Küchliring manga qarshi dolqunlap kelmekte.
You renew your testimony against me, and you multiply your wrath against me, and these punishments make war within me.
18 Sen eslide némishqa méni baliyatqudin chiqarghansen? Kashki, men chachrap ketken bolsam, héch adem méni körmes idi!
Why did you lead me out of the womb? If only I had been consumed, so that no eye would ever see me!
19 Men héchqachan bolmighan bolattim! Baliyatqudin biwasite görge apirilghan bolattim!
I should have been as if I had not been: transferred from the womb to the tomb.
20 Méning azghine künlirim tügey dégen emesmu? Shunga men barsa kelmes yerge barghuche, — Qarangghuluq, ölüm saye bolghan zémin’gha, — Zulmet bir zémin’gha, yeni qarangghuluqning özining zéminigha, Ölüm sayisining zéminigha, Tertipsiz, hetta öz nuri qapqarangghu qilin’ghan shu zémin’gha barghuche, Manga azraq jan kirish üchün, Ishingni bir deqiqe toxtat, mendin néri bol!».
Will not my few days be completed soon? Release me, therefore, so that I may lament my sorrows a little,
before I depart and return no more to a land that is dark and covered with the fog of death,
a land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and nothing else but everlasting horror, dwells.
