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.
So then Job began, and said:
3 «Men tughulghan ashu kün bolmighan bolsa boptiken! «Oghul bala apiride boldi!» déyilgen shu kéche bolmighan bolsa boptiken!
Perish, the day wherein I was born, and the night it was said, Lo! a manchild!
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, be it darkness, —Let not God enquire after it from above, May there shine upon it no clear beam:
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 buy it back, May there settle down upon it a cloud, Let a day’s dark eclipse cause it terror:
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, darkness take it, —May it not rejoice among the days of the year, Into the number of months, let it not enter.
7 Mana, shu kéchide tughut bolmisa boptiken! U kéchide héchqandaq shad-xuramliq awaz yangrimisa boptiken!
Lo! that night, be it barren, Let no joyous shouting enter therein:
8 Künlerge lenet qilghuchilar shu kün’ge lenet qilsa boptiken! Léwiatanni qozghashqa pétinalaydighanlar shu kün’ge lenet qilsa boptiken!
Let day-cursers denounce it, Those skilled in rousing the dragon of the sky:
9 Shu kün tang seherdiki yultuzlar qarangghulashsa boptiken! U kün quyash nurini bihude kütse boptiken! Shu kün sübhining qapaqlirining échilishini bihude kütse boptiken!
Darkened be the stars of its twilight, —Let it wait for light, and there be none, neither let it see the eyelashes of the dawn:
10 Chünki shu kün méni kötürgen baliyatquning ishiklirini etmigen, Méning közlirimni derd-elemni körelmes qilmighan.
Because it closed not the doors of the womb wherein I was, and so hid trouble from mine eyes.
11 Ah, némishqa anamning qorsiqidin chüshüpla ölüp ketmigendimen?! Némishqa qorsaqtin chiqqandila nepestin qalmighandimen?
Wherefore, in the womb, did I not die? From the womb, come forth and cease to breathe?
12 Némishqa méni qobul qilidighan étekler bolghandu? Némishqa méni émitidighan emchekler bolghandu?
For what reason, were there prepared for me—knees? and why—breasts, that I might suck?
13 Mushular bolmighan bolsa, undaqta men menggü tinch yétip qalattim, Menggülük uyqugha ketken bolattim, shu chaghda aram tapqan bolattim.
Surely, at once, had I lain down, and been quiet, I had fallen asleep, then, had I been at rest:
14 Shu chaghda özliri üchünla xilwet jaylargha mazar salghan yer yüzidiki padishahlar hem meslihetchiler bilen,
With kings, and counselors of the earth, who had built them pyramids:
15 Yaki altun yighqan, Öyliri kümüshke tolghan beg-shahzadiler bilen bolattim;
Or with rulers possessing, gold, —Who had filled their houses with silver:
16 Qorsaqtin mezgilsiz chüshüp ketken yoshurun balidek, Nurni körmey chachrap ketken balidek hayat kechürmigen bolattim.
Or that, like an untimely birth hidden away, I had not come into being, like infants that never saw light:
17 Ashu yerde reziller awarichiliktin xaliy bolidu, Ashu yerde halidin ketkenler aram tapidu;
There, the lawless, cease from raging, and there the toil-worn are at rest:
18 Ashu yerde esirler rahette jem bolidu, Ular ezgüchilerning awazini anglimaydu;
At once are prisoners at peace, they hear not the voice of a driver:
19 Ghériblarmu hem ulughlarmu ashu yerde turidu, Qul bolsa xojayinidin azad bolidu.
Small and great, there, they are, and, the slave, is free from his master.
20 Japa tartquchigha néme dep nur bérilidu? Némishqa derd-elemge chömgenlerge hayat bérilidu?
Wherefore give, to the wretched, light? Or, life, to the embittered in soul?—
21 Ular teshnaliq bilen ölümni kütidu, Biraq u kelmeydu; Ular ölümni yoshurun göherni kézip izdigendinmu ewzel bilidu,
Who long for death, and it is not, And have digged for it, beyond hid treasures:
22 Ular görni tapqanda zor xushal bolup, Shad-xuramliqqa chömidu.
Who rejoice unto exultation, 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 concealed, And GOD hath straitly enclosed him?
24 Shunga tamiqimning ornigha nalilirim kélidu; Méning qattiq peryadlirim sharqiratmidek sharqiraydu.
For, in the face of my food, my sighing, cometh in, and, poured out like the water, are my groans:
25 Chünki men del qorqqan wehshet öz béshimgha chüshti; Men del qorqidighan ish manga keldi.
For, a dread, I dreaded, and it hath come upon me, and, that from which I shrank, hath overtaken me.
26 Mende héch aramliq yoqtur! Hem héch xatirjem emesmen! Héch tinch-amanliqim yoqtur! Biraq parakendichilik haman üstümge chüshmekte!».
I was not careless, nor was I secure, nor had I settled down, —when there came—consternation!
