Ayup 10
1 Men öz jénimdin nepretlinimen; Öz derdimni töküwalay; Qelbimdiki ah-zarimni sözliwalay.
I am weary of my life; I will give free expression to my complaint; 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 merely condemn me; show me why you accuse me.
3 Ademni ezgining, Öz qolung bilen yaratqiningni chetke qaqqining Sanga paydiliqmu? Yamanlarning suyiqestige nur chachqining yaxshimu?
Is it good to you that you should oppress me, to despise the work of your hands while you smile on the plans of the wicked?
4 Séning közüng insanningkidek ajizmu? Sen ademler körgendek xire köremsen?
Do you have eyes of flesh? Do you see like a man sees?
5 Séning künliring ölidighan insanning künliridek cheklikmu? Séning yilliring insanning yilliridek qisqimu?
Are your days like the days of mankind or your years like the years of people,
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.
that you inquire after my iniquity and search after my sin,
although you know I am not guilty and there is no one who can rescue me from your hand?
8 — Sen Öz qolliring bilen méni shekillendürüp, bir gewde qilip yaratqansen; Biraq Sen méni yoqatmaqchisen!
Your hands have framed and fashioned me together round about, yet you are destroying me.
9 Sen layni yasighandek méni yasighiningni ésingde tutqaysen, dep yélinimen; Sen méni yene tupraqqa qayturamsen?
Call to mind, I beg you, that you have fashioned me like clay; will you bring me into dust again?
10 Sen [ustiliq bilen] méni süttek quyup chayqap, Méni irimchiktek uyutqan emesmu?
Have you not poured me out 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 and knit me together with bones and sinews.
12 Sen manga hayat hem méhir-shepqet teqdim qilghansen, Sen söygüng bilen rohimdin xewer alding.
You have granted me life and covenant faithfulness; your help has guarded my spirit.
13 Biraq bu ishlar Séning qelbingde yoshuruqluq idi; Bularning eslide qelbingde püküklikini bilimen.
Yet these things you hid in your heart— I know that this is what you were thinking:
14 Gunah qilghan bolsam, Sen méni közitip yürgen bolatting; Sen méning qebihlikimni jazalimay qoymaytting.
that if I sinned, you would notice it; you would not acquit me of 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;
If I have acted wickedly, woe to me; and even if I acted righteously, I could not lift up my head, since I am filled with disgrace— see my affliction!
16 Hetta [béshimni] kötürüshke jür’et qilsammu, Sen esheddiy shirdek méning péyimge chüshetting; Sen manga karamet küchüngni arqa-arqidin körsitetting.
If my head were lifted up, you would stalk me like a lion; and again you would show yourself with marvellous acts of power against me.
17 Sen méni eyibleydighan guwahchiliringni qaytidin aldimgha keltürisen; Manga qaritilghan ghezipingni zor qilisen; Küchliring manga qarshi dolqunlap kelmekte.
You bring new witnesses against me and increase your anger against me; you attack me with fresh armies.
18 Sen eslide némishqa méni baliyatqudin chiqarghansen? Kashki, men chachrap ketken bolsam, héch adem méni körmes idi!
Why, then, have you brought me out of the womb? I wish I had given up my spirit and that no eye had ever seen me.
19 Men héchqachan bolmighan bolattim! Baliyatqudin biwasite görge apirilghan bolattim!
I would have been as though I had never existed; I would have been carried from the womb to the grave.
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!».
Are not my days only a few? Stop then, let me alone, so that I may have a little rest
before I go from where I will not return, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death,
the land that is as dark as midnight, the land of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is like midnight.'”
