Ayup 10
1 Men öz jénimdin nepretlinimen; Öz derdimni töküwalay; Qelbimdiki ah-zarimni sözliwalay.
“My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course 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 tell God, ‘Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with 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, that you should despise the work of your hands, and smile on the counsel of the wicked?
4 Séning közüng insanningkidek ajizmu? Sen ademler körgendek xire köremsen?
Do you have eyes of flesh? Or do you see as man sees?
5 Séning künliring ölidighan insanning künliridek cheklikmu? Séning yilliring insanning yilliridek qisqimu?
Are your days as the days of mortals, or your years as man’s years,
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 that I am not wicked, there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.
8 — Sen Öz qolliring bilen méni shekillendürüp, bir gewde qilip yaratqansen; Biraq Sen méni yoqatmaqchisen!
“‘Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether, yet you destroy me.
9 Sen layni yasighandek méni yasighiningni ésingde tutqaysen, dep yélinimen; Sen méni yene tupraqqa qayturamsen?
Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?
10 Sen [ustiliq bilen] méni süttek quyup chayqap, Méni irimchiktek uyutqan emesmu?
Haven’t you 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 loving kindness. Your visitation has preserved my spirit.
13 Biraq bu ishlar Séning qelbingde yoshuruqluq idi; Bularning eslide qelbingde püküklikini bilimen.
Yet you hid these things in your heart. I know that this is with you:
14 Gunah qilghan bolsam, Sen méni közitip yürgen bolatting; Sen méning qebihlikimni jazalimay qoymaytting.
if I sin, then you mark me. You will not acquit me 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;
If I am wicked, woe to me. If I am righteous, I still will not lift up my head, being filled with disgrace, and conscious of 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 is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.
17 Sen méni eyibleydighan guwahchiliringni qaytidin aldimgha keltürisen; Manga qaritilghan ghezipingni zor qilisen; Küchliring manga qarshi dolqunlap kelmekte.
You renew your witnesses against me, and increase your indignation on me. Changes and warfare are with me.
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 the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
19 Men héchqachan bolmighan bolattim! Baliyatqudin biwasite görge apirilghan bolattim!
I should have been as though I had not been. I should 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!».
Aren’t my days few? Stop! Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
before I go where I will not return from, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
the land dark as midnight, of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as midnight.’”
