Ayup 3
1 [Yette kündin] kéyin, Ayup éghiz échip [ehwaligha qarita] özining körüwatqan künige lenet oqup mundaq dédi: —
After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
And Job spoke, and said:
3 «Men tughulghan ashu kün bolmighan bolsa boptiken! «Oghul bala apiride boldi!» déyilgen shu kéche bolmighan bolsa boptiken!
Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night wherein it was said: 'A man-child is brought forth.'
4 Shu künni zulmet qaplighan bolsa boptiken! Ershte turghan Tengri köz aldidin shu künni yoqitiwetken bolsa boptiken, Quyash nuri uning üstige chüshürülmise boptiken!
Let that day be darkness; let not God inquire after it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
5 Shu künni qarangghuluq hem ölümning kölenggisi öz qoynigha alsa boptiken! Bulutlar uni yutup ketse boptiken, Shu künni kün qarangghulatquchilar qorqitip ketküziwetken bolsa boptiken!
Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own; let a cloud dwell upon it; let all that maketh black the day terrify it.
6 Shu kechni — Zulmet tutup ketse boptiken; Shu kün yil ichidiki [bashqa] künler bilen bille shatlanmisa boptiken! Shu kün ayning bir küni bolup sanalmisa boptiken!
As for that night, let thick darkness seize upon it; let it not rejoice among the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the months.
7 Mana, shu kéchide tughut bolmisa boptiken! U kéchide héchqandaq shad-xuramliq awaz yangrimisa boptiken!
Lo, let that night be desolate; let no joyful voice come therein.
8 Künlerge lenet qilghuchilar shu kün’ge lenet qilsa boptiken! Léwiatanni qozghashqa pétinalaydighanlar shu kün’ge lenet qilsa boptiken!
Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
9 Shu kün tang seherdiki yultuzlar qarangghulashsa boptiken! U kün quyash nurini bihude kütse boptiken! Shu kün sübhining qapaqlirining échilishini bihude kütse boptiken!
Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning;
10 Chünki shu kün méni kötürgen baliyatquning ishiklirini etmigen, Méning közlirimni derd-elemni körelmes qilmighan.
Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid trouble from mine eyes.
11 Ah, némishqa anamning qorsiqidin chüshüpla ölüp ketmigendimen?! Némishqa qorsaqtin chiqqandila nepestin qalmighandimen?
Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not perish at birth?
12 Némishqa méni qobul qilidighan étekler bolghandu? Némishqa méni émitidighan emchekler bolghandu?
Why did the knees receive me? And wherefore the breasts, that I should suck?
13 Mushular bolmighan bolsa, undaqta men menggü tinch yétip qalattim, Menggülük uyqugha ketken bolattim, shu chaghda aram tapqan bolattim.
For now should I have lain still and been quiet; I should have slept; then had I been at rest —
14 Shu chaghda özliri üchünla xilwet jaylargha mazar salghan yer yüzidiki padishahlar hem meslihetchiler bilen,
With kings and counsellors of the earth, who built up waste places for themselves;
15 Yaki altun yighqan, Öyliri kümüshke tolghan beg-shahzadiler bilen bolattim;
Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver;
16 Qorsaqtin mezgilsiz chüshüp ketken yoshurun balidek, Nurni körmey chachrap ketken balidek hayat kechürmigen bolattim.
Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants that never saw light.
17 Ashu yerde reziller awarichiliktin xaliy bolidu, Ashu yerde halidin ketkenler aram tapidu;
There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary are at rest.
18 Ashu yerde esirler rahette jem bolidu, Ular ezgüchilerning awazini anglimaydu;
There the prisoners are at ease together; they hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
19 Ghériblarmu hem ulughlarmu ashu yerde turidu, Qul bolsa xojayinidin azad bolidu.
The small and great are there alike; and the servant is free from his master.
20 Japa tartquchigha néme dep nur bérilidu? Némishqa derd-elemge chömgenlerge hayat bérilidu?
Wherewith is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul —
21 Ular teshnaliq bilen ölümni kütidu, Biraq u kelmeydu; Ular ölümni yoshurun göherni kézip izdigendinmu ewzel bilidu,
Who long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
22 Ular görni tapqanda zor xushal bolup, Shad-xuramliqqa chömidu.
Who rejoice unto exultation, and are glad, when they can find the grave? —
23 Öz yoli éniqsiz ademge, Yeni Tengrining tosiqi sélin’ghan ademge némishqa [nur we hayat] bérilidu?
To a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
24 Shunga tamiqimning ornigha nalilirim kélidu; Méning qattiq peryadlirim sharqiratmidek sharqiraydu.
For my sighing cometh instead of my food, and my roarings are poured out like water.
25 Chünki men del qorqqan wehshet öz béshimgha chüshti; Men del qorqidighan ish manga keldi.
For the thing which I did fear is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of hath overtaken me.
26 Mende héch aramliq yoqtur! Hem héch xatirjem emesmen! Héch tinch-amanliqim yoqtur! Biraq parakendichilik haman üstümge chüshmekte!».
I was not at ease, neither was I quiet, neither had I rest; but trouble came.
