Ayup 16
1 Andin Ayup jawaben mundaq dédi: —
Then Job answered,
2 Men mushundaq geplerni köp anglighanmen; Siler hemminglar azab yetküzidighan ajayib teselli bergüchi ikensiler-he!
“I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters!
3 Mundaq watildap qilghan gepliringlarning chéki barmu? Silerge mundaq jawab bérishke zadi néme qutratquluq qildi?
Shall vain words have an end? Or what provokes you that you answer?
4 Xalisamla özüm silerge oxshash söz qilalayttim; Siler méning ornumda bolidighan bolsanglar, Menmu sözlerni baghlashturup éytip, silerge zerbe qilalaytim, Béshimnimu silerge qaritip chayqiyalayttim!
I also could speak as you do. If your soul were in my soul’s place, I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you,
5 Halbuki, men eksiche aghzim bilen silerni righbetlendürettim, Lewlirimning tesellisi silerge dora-derman bolatti.
but I would strengthen you with my mouth. The solace of my lips would relieve you.
6 Lékin méning sözlishim bilen azabim azaymaydu; Yaki gépimni ichimge yutuwalisammu, manga néme aramchiliq bolsun?
“Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
7 Biraq U méni halsizlandürüwetti; Shundaq, Sen pütkül ailemni weyran qiliwetting!
But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made all my company desolate.
8 Sen méni qamalliding! Shuning bilen [ehwalim manga] guwahliq qilmaqta; Méning oruq-qaqshal [bedinim] ornidin turup özümni eyiblep guwahliq qilidu!
You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
9 Uning ghezipi méni titma qilip, Méni ow oljisi qilidu; U manga qarap chishini ghuchurlitidu; Méning düshminimdek közini alayitip manga tikidu.
He has torn me in his wrath and persecuted me. He has gnashed on me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.
10 [Ademler] manga qarap [mazaq qiliship] aghzini achidu; Ular nepret bilen mengzimge kachatlaydu; Manga hujum qilay dep sep tüzidu.
They have gaped on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.
11 Xuda méni eskilerge tapshurghan; Méni rezillerning qoligha tashliwetkeniken.
God delivers me to the ungodly, and casts me into the hands of the wicked.
12 Eslide men tinch-amanliqta turattim, biraq u méni pachaqlidi; U boynumdin silkip bitchit qiliwetti, Méni Öz nishani qilghaniken.
I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.
13 Uning oqyachiliri méni qapsiwaldi; Héch ayimay U üchey-baghrimni yirtip, Ötümni yerge töküwetti.
His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my bile on the ground.
14 U u yer-bu yérimge üsti-üstilep zexim qilip bösüp kiridu; U palwandek manga qarap étilidu.
He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs at me like a giant.
15 Téremning üstige böz rext tikip qoydum; Öz izzet-hörmitimni topa-changgha sélip qoydum.
I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
16 Gerche qolumda héchqandaq zorawanliq bolmisimu, Duayim chin dilimdin bolghan bolsimu, Yüzüm yigha-zaridin qizirip ketti; Qapaqlirimni ölüm sayisi basti.
My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids,
although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
18 Ah, yer-zémin, qénimni yapmighin! Nale-peryadim toxtaydighan’gha jay bolmighay!
“Earth, don’t cover my blood. Let my cry have no place to rest.
19 Biraq mana, asmanlarda hazirmu manga shahit Bolghuchi bar! Ershlerde manga kapalet Bolghuchi bar!
Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven. He who vouches for me is on high.
20 Öz dostlirim méni mazaq qilghini bilen, Biraq közüm téxiche Tengrige yash tökmekte.
My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
21 Ah, insan balisi dosti üchün kélishtürgüchi bolghandek, Tengri bilen adem otturisidimu kélishtürgüchi bolsidi!
that he would maintain the right of a man with God, of a son of man with his neighbor!
22 Chünki yene birnechche yil ötüshi bilenla, Men barsa qaytmas yolda méngip qalimen.
For when a few years have come, I will go the way of no return.
