Ayup 13
1 Mana, méning közüm bularning hemmisini körüp chiqqan; Méning quliqim bularni anglap chüshen’gen.
“Behold, my eye has seen all, My ear has heard, and it attends to it.
2 Silerning bilgenliringlarni menmu bilimen; Méning silerdin qélishquchilikim yoq.
According to your knowledge I have known—also I. I am not more fallen than you.
3 Biraq méning arzuyum Hemmige qadir bilen sözlishishtur, Méning Xuda bilen munazire qilghum kélidu.
Yet I speak for the Mighty One, And I delight to argue for God.
4 Siler bolsanglar töhmet chaplighuchilar, Hemminglar yaramsiz téwipsiler.
And yet, you [are] forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nothing—all of you,
5 Siler peqetla sükütte turghan bolsanglar’idi! Bu siler üchün danaliq bolatti!
O that you would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom.
6 Méning munaziremge qulaq sélinglar, Lewlirimdiki muhakimilerni anglap béqinglar.
Please hear my argument, And attend to the pleadings of my lips,
7 Siler Xudaning wakaletchisi süpitide boluwélip biadil söz qilamsiler? Uning üchün hiyle-mikirlik gep qilmaqchimusiler?
Do you speak perverseness for God? And do you speak deceit for Him?
8 Uninggha yüz-xatire qilip [xushamet] qilmaqchimusiler?! Uninggha wakaliten dewa sorimaqchimusiler?
Do you accept His face, if you strive for God?
9 U ich-baghringlarni axturup chiqsa, siler üchün yaxshi bolattimu? Insan balisini aldighandek uni aldimaqchimusiler?
Is [it] good that He searches you, If, as one mocks at a man, you mock at Him?
10 Siler yüz-xatire qilip yoshurunche xushamet qilsanglar, U choqum silerni eyibleydu.
He surely reproves you, if you accept faces in secret.
11 Buningdin köre Uning heywisining silerni qorqatqini, Uning wehimisining silerge chüshkini tüzük emesmu?
Does His excellence not terrify you? And His dread fall on you?
12 Pend-nesihetinglar peqet külge oxshash sözler, xalas; Siler [ishench baghlighan] istihkaminglar peqet lay istihkamlar, xalas.
Your remembrances [are] allegories of ashes, For high places of clay [are] your heights.
13 Méni ixtiyarimgha qoyuwétip zuwan sürmenglar, méni gep qilghili qoyunglar. Béshimgha hernéme kelse kelsun!
Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me what will.
14 Qandaqla bolmisun, jénim bilen tewekkul qilimen, Men jénimni alqinimgha élip qoyimen!
Why do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
15 U jénimni alsimu men yenila Uni kütimen, Uninggha tayinimen; Biraq qandaqla bolmisun men tutqan yollirimni Uning aldida aqlimaqchimen;
Behold, He slays me—I do not wait! Only, I argue my ways to His face.
16 Bundaq qilishim manga nijatliq bolidu; Chünki iplas bir adem uning aldigha baralmaydu.
Also—He [is] to me for salvation, For the profane do not come before Him.
17 Sözlirimni diqqet bilen anglanglar, Bayanlirimgha obdan qulaq sélinglar.
Hear my word diligently, And my declaration with your ears.
18 Mana, men öz dewayimni tertipliq qilip teyyar qildim; Men özümning heqiqeten aqlinidighanliqimni bilimen.
Now behold, I have set the cause in order, I have known that I am righteous.
19 Men bilen bes-munazire qilidighan qéni kim barkin? Hazir süküt qilghan bolsam, tiniqtin toxtighan bolattim!
Who [is] he that strives with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
20 [Ah Xuda]! Manga peqet ikki ishnila qilip bergin; Shundaq bolghandila, men özümni Sendin qachurmaymen:
Only two things, O God, do with me, Then I am not hidden from Your face:
21 — Qolungni mendin yiraq qilghin; — Wehimeng méni qorqatmisun.
Put Your hand far off from me, And do not let Your terror terrify me.
22 Andin méni sot qilishqa chaqir, men sanga jawab bérimen; Yaki men Sanga [dewayimdin] söz qilsam, Senmu manga jawab bérisen.
And You call, and I answer, Or—I speak, and You answer me.
23 Méning qebihliklirim hem gunahlirim zadi qanchilik? Itaetsizlikim hem gunahimni manga körsitip ber!
How many iniquities and sins do I have? Let me know my transgression and my sin.
24 Némishqa didaringni mendin yoshurisen? Némishqa méni Öz düshmining dep bilding?
Why do You hide Your face? And reckon me for an enemy to You?
25 Uyaq-buyaqqa uchuruwétilidighan anchiki bir yopurmaqni wehimige salmaqchimusen? Qurup ketken paxalni qoghlimaqchimusen?
Do You terrify a leaf driven away? And do You pursue the dry stubble?
26 Chünki Sen méning üstümdin zeherdek erzlerni yazisen, Sen yashliqimdiki qebihliklirimni manga qayturuwatisen.
For You write bitter things against me, And cause me to possess iniquities of my youth,
27 Men chirip ketken bir nerse, Men peqet küye yégen bir kiyimla bolghinim bilen, Lékin Sen méning putlirimni kishenleysen, Hemme yollirimni közitip yürisen; Tapanlirimgha mangmasliq üchün chek sizip qoyghansen.
And you put my feet in the stocks, And observe all my paths—You set a print on the roots of my feet,
And he, as a rotten thing, wears away, A moth has consumed him as a garment.”
