Ayup 3
1 [Yette kündin] kéyin, Ayup éghiz échip [ehwaligha qarita] özining körüwatqan künige lenet oqup mundaq dédi: —
After this Job has opened his mouth, and reviles his day.
And Job answers and says:
3 «Men tughulghan ashu kün bolmighan bolsa boptiken! «Oghul bala apiride boldi!» déyilgen shu kéche bolmighan bolsa boptiken!
“Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that has said: A man-child has been conceived.
4 Shu künni zulmet qaplighan bolsa boptiken! Ershte turghan Tengri köz aldidin shu künni yoqitiwetken bolsa boptiken, Quyash nuri uning üstige chüshürülmise boptiken!
That day—let it be darkness, Do not let God require it from above, Nor let 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 death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud dwell on it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.
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!
That night—let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Let it not come into the number of months.
7 Mana, shu kéchide tughut bolmisa boptiken! U kéchide héchqandaq shad-xuramliq awaz yangrimisa boptiken!
Behold! That night—let it be barren, Let no singing come into it.
8 Künlerge lenet qilghuchilar shu kün’ge lenet qilsa boptiken! Léwiatanni qozghashqa pétinalaydighanlar shu kün’ge lenet qilsa boptiken!
Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake 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 its twilight be dark, Let it wait for light, and there is none, And let it not look on the eyelids of the dawn.
10 Chünki shu kün méni kötürgen baliyatquning ishiklirini etmigen, Méning közlirimni derd-elemni körelmes qilmighan.
Because it has not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from my eyes.
11 Ah, némishqa anamning qorsiqidin chüshüpla ölüp ketmigendimen?! Némishqa qorsaqtin chiqqandila nepestin qalmighandimen?
Why do I not die from the womb? I have come forth from the belly and gasp!
12 Némishqa méni qobul qilidighan étekler bolghandu? Némishqa méni émitidighan emchekler bolghandu?
Why have knees been before me? And what [are] breasts, that I suck?
13 Mushular bolmighan bolsa, undaqta men menggü tinch yétip qalattim, Menggülük uyqugha ketken bolattim, shu chaghda aram tapqan bolattim.
For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept—then there is rest to me,
14 Shu chaghda özliri üchünla xilwet jaylargha mazar salghan yer yüzidiki padishahlar hem meslihetchiler bilen,
With kings and counselors of earth, These building ruins for themselves.
15 Yaki altun yighqan, Öyliri kümüshke tolghan beg-shahzadiler bilen bolattim;
Or with princes—they have gold, They are filling their houses [with] silver.
16 Qorsaqtin mezgilsiz chüshüp ketken yoshurun balidek, Nurni körmey chachrap ketken balidek hayat kechürmigen bolattim.
(Or I am not as a hidden abortion, As infants—they have not seen light.)
17 Ashu yerde reziller awarichiliktin xaliy bolidu, Ashu yerde halidin ketkenler aram tapidu;
There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there the wearied rest in power.
18 Ashu yerde esirler rahette jem bolidu, Ular ezgüchilerning awazini anglimaydu;
Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,
19 Ghériblarmu hem ulughlarmu ashu yerde turidu, Qul bolsa xojayinidin azad bolidu.
Small and great [are] the same there. And a servant [is] free from his lord.
20 Japa tartquchigha néme dep nur bérilidu? Némishqa derd-elemge chömgenlerge hayat bérilidu?
Why does He give light to the miserable, and life to the bitter soul?
21 Ular teshnaliq bilen ölümni kütidu, Biraq u kelmeydu; Ular ölümni yoshurun göherni kézip izdigendinmu ewzel bilidu,
Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
22 Ular görni tapqanda zor xushal bolup, Shad-xuramliqqa chömidu.
Who are glad—to joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.
23 Öz yoli éniqsiz ademge, Yeni Tengrining tosiqi sélin’ghan ademge némishqa [nur we hayat] bérilidu?
To a man whose way has been hidden, And whom God shuts up?
24 Shunga tamiqimning ornigha nalilirim kélidu; Méning qattiq peryadlirim sharqiratmidek sharqiraydu.
For before my food, my sighing comes, And my roarings [are] poured out as waters.
25 Chünki men del qorqqan wehshet öz béshimgha chüshti; Men del qorqidighan ish manga keldi.
For I feared a fear and it meets me, And what I was afraid of comes to me.
26 Mende héch aramliq yoqtur! Hem héch xatirjem emesmen! Héch tinch-amanliqim yoqtur! Biraq parakendichilik haman üstümge chüshmekte!».
I was not safe—nor was I quiet—Nor was I at rest—and trouble comes!”
