Ayup 17
1 Méning rohim sunuq, Künlirim tügey deydu, Görler méni kütmekte.
“My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me.
2 Etrapimda aldamchi mazaq qilghuchilar bar emesmu? Közümning ularning échitquluqigha tikilip turushtin bashqa amali yoqtur.
Surely mockers surround me, and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion.
3 Ah, jénim üchün Özüng xalighan kapaletni élip Özüngning aldida manga borun bolghaysen; Sendin bashqa kim méni qollap borun bolsun?
Give me, I pray, the pledge You demand. Who else will be my guarantor?
4 Chünki Sen [dostlirimning] könglini yoruqluqtin qaldurghansen; Shunga Sen ularni ghelibidinmu mehrum qilisen!
You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore You will not exalt them.
5 Gheniymet alay dep dostlirigha peshwa atqan kishining bolsa, Hetta balilirining közlirimu kor bolidu.
If a man denounces his friends for a price, the eyes of his children will fail.
6 U méni el-yurtlarning aldida söz-chöchekke qoydi; Men kishiler yüzümge tüküridighan adem bolup qaldim.
He has made me a byword among the people, a man in whose face they spit.
7 Derd-elemdin közüm torliship ketti, Barliq ezalirim kölenggidek bolup qaldi.
My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow.
8 Bu ishlarni körüp duruslar heyranuhes bolidu; Bigunahlar iplaslargha qarshi turushqa qozghilidu.
The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are stirred against the godless.
9 Biraq heqqaniy adem öz yolida ching turidu, Qoli pak yüridighan ademning küchi toxtawsiz ulghiyidu.
Yet a righteous one holds to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger.
10 Emdi qéni, hemminglar, yene kélinglar; Aranglardin birmu dana adem tapalmaymen.
But come back and try again, all of you. For I will not find a wise man among you.
11 Künlirim axirlishay dep qaptu, Muddialirim, könglümdiki intizarlar üzüldi.
My days have passed; my plans are broken off— even the desires of my heart.
12 Bu ademler kéchini kündüzge aylandurmaqchi; Ular qarangghuluqqa qarap: «Nur yéqinlishiwatidu» déyishiwatidu.
They have turned night into day, making light seem near in the face of darkness.
If I look for Sheol as my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness, (Sheol h7585)
14 «Chirip kétishni: «Sen méning atam!», Qurtlarni: «Apa! Acha!» dep chaqirimen!
and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’
15 Undaqta ümidim nede? Shundaq, ümidimni kim körelisun?
where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?
