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 in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.
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 regard it from above, neither let the light shine on 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 stain it; let a cloud dwell on it; let the blackness of 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 darkness seize on it; let it not be joined to 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!
See, let that night be solitary, 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 raise up their mourning.
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 see the dawning of the day:
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 sorrow from my 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 give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
12 Némishqa méni qobul qilidighan étekler bolghandu? Némishqa méni émitidighan emchekler bolghandu?
Why did the knees prevent me? or why 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, which build desolate 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 an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which 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 be at rest.
18 Ashu yerde esirler rahette jem bolidu, Ular ezgüchilerning awazini anglimaydu;
There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
19 Ghériblarmu hem ulughlarmu ashu yerde turidu, Qul bolsa xojayinidin azad bolidu.
The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.
20 Japa tartquchigha néme dep nur bérilidu? Némishqa derd-elemge chömgenlerge hayat bérilidu?
Why is light given to him that is in misery, and life to the bitter in soul;
21 Ular teshnaliq bilen ölümni kütidu, Biraq u kelmeydu; Ular ölümni yoshurun göherni kézip izdigendinmu ewzel bilidu,
Which long for death, but it comes not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
22 Ular görni tapqanda zor xushal bolup, Shad-xuramliqqa chömidu.
Which rejoice exceedingly, 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?
Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God has hedged in?
24 Shunga tamiqimning ornigha nalilirim kélidu; Méning qattiq peryadlirim sharqiratmidek sharqiraydu.
For my sighing comes before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
25 Chünki men del qorqqan wehshet öz béshimgha chüshti; Men del qorqidighan ish manga keldi.
For the thing which I greatly feared is come on me, and that which I was afraid of is come to me.
26 Mende héch aramliq yoqtur! Hem héch xatirjem emesmen! Héch tinch-amanliqim yoqtur! Biraq parakendichilik haman üstümge chüshmekte!».
I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.
