Ayup 30
1 — «Biraq hazir bolsa, yashlar méni mazaq qilidu, Ularning dadilirini hetta padamni baqidighan itlar bilen bille ishleshke yol qoyushnimu yaman körettim.
But now people much younger than me laugh at me; people whose fathers I would not put to work with my sheepdogs.
2 Ularning maghduri ketkendin kéyin, Qolidiki küch manga néme payda yetküzelisun?
They are too weak to be any use to me; they're all worn-out.
3 Yoqsuzluq hem achliqtin yiglep ketken, Ular uzundin buyan chölderep ketken desht-bayawanda quruq yerni ghajaydu.
Thin through hunger and want, they try to eat the dry ground in the dark, desolate wilderness.
4 Ular emen-shiwaqni chatqallar arisidin yulidu, Shumbuyining yiltizlirinimu térip özlirige nan qilidu.
There they pick desert herbs and the leaves of bushes, and eat the roots of broom trees.
5 Ular el-yurtlardin heydiwétilgen bolidu, Kishiler ularni körüpla oghrini körgendek warqirap tillaydu.
They were driven out of the community.
6 Shuning bilen ular sürlük jilghilarda qonup, Tashlar arisida, gharlar ichide yashashqa mejbur bolidu.
People shouted after them as if they were thieves. They have to live in dangerous ravines, in caves and among the rocks.
7 Chatqalliq arisida ular hangrap kétidu, Tikenler astida ular dügdiyip olturishidu;
They shout out like animals among the bushes; they huddle together in the weeds for shelter.
8 Nadanlarning, nam-abruyisizlarning baliliri, Ular zémindin sürtoqay heydiwétilgen.
They are foolish, nameless people that have been driven from the land.
9 Men hazir bolsam bularning hejwiy naxshisi, Hetta söz-chöchikining destiki bolup qaldim!
Yet now they mock me in their songs; I have become a joke to them!
10 Ular mendin nepretlinip, Mendin yiraq turup, Yüzümge tükürüshtinmu yanmaydu.
They despise and shun me; they don't hesitate to spit in my face.
11 Chünki [Xuda] méning hayat rishtimni üzüp, méni japagha chömdürgen, Shuning bilen shu ademler aldimda tizginlirini éliwetken.
God has made my bowstring loose and humbled me.
12 Ong yénimda bir top chüprende yashlar ornidin turup, Ular putumni turghan yéridin ittiriwetmekchi, Ular sépilimgha hujum pelempeylirini kötürüp turidu;
The rabble rise up against me, they send me running; like a city under siege they devise ways to destroy me.
13 Ular yolumni buzuwétidu, Ularning héch yölenchüki bolmisimu, Halakitimni ilgiri sürmekte.
They cut off my way of escape; they bring about my downfall and do this without anyone's help.
14 Ular sépilning keng bösük jayidin bösüp kirgendek kirishidu; Weyranilikimdin paydilinip chong tashlardek domilap kirishidu.
They come in through a wide breach; they rush in as the wall comes tumbling down.
15 Wehimiler burulup méni öz nishani qilghan; Shuning bilen hörmitim shamal ötüp yoq bolghandek heydiwétildi, Awatchiliqimmu bulut ötüp ketkendek ötüp ketti.
Terrors overcome me; my honor is blown away by the wind; my salvation vanishes like a cloud.
16 Hazir bolsa jénim qachidin tökülüp ketkendek; Azabliq künler méni tutuwaldi.
And now my life is ebbing away; every day despair grips me.
17 Kéchiler bolsa, manga söngeklirimgiche sanjimaqta; Aghriqlirim méni chishlep dem almaydu.
At night my bones are in agony; the pain gnaws at me and never stops.
18 [Aghriqlar] zor küchi bilen manga kiyim-kéchikimdek boldi; Ular könglikimning yaqisidek manga chaplishiwaldi.
God grabs me roughly by my clothes; he pulls me by the collar of my shirt.
19 Xuda méni sazliqqa tashliwetken, Men topa-changgha we külge oxshash bolup qaldim.
He has thrown me in the mud; he has humbled me like dust and ashes.
20 Men Sanga nale-peryad kötürmektimen, Biraq Sen manga jawab bermeysen; Men ornumdin tursam, Sen peqetla manga qarapla qoyisen.
God, I cry to you but you don't answer; I stand before you, but you don't even notice me.
21 Sen özgirip manga bir zalim boldung; Qolungning küchi bilen manga zerbe qiliwatisen;
You have turned cruel to me; you use your power to make me suffer.
22 Sen méni kötürüp Shamalgha mindürgensen; Boran-chapqunda teelluqatimni yoq qiliwetkensen.
You pick me up and blow me along in the wind; tossing me about in the whirlwind.
23 Chünki Sen méni axirida ölümge, Yeni barliq hayat igilirining «yighilish öyi»ge keltürüwatisen.
I know you're taking me to my death, to the place where all the living go.
24 U halak qilghan waqtida kishiler nale-peryad kötürsimu, U qolini uzatqanda, duaning derweqe héchqandaq netijisi yoq;
Who would want to kick a man when he is down, when they cry for help in their time of trouble?
25 Men künliri tes kishi üchün yighlap [dua qilghan] emesmu? Namratlar üchün jénim azablanmidimu?
Didn't I weep for those having hard times? Didn't I grieve at what the poor suffered?
26 Men özüm yaxshiliq kütüp yürginim bilen, yamanliq kélip qaldi; Nur kütkinim bilen, qarangghuluq keldi.
But when I looked for good, only evil came, and when I waited for the light, all that came was darkness.
27 Ichim qazandek qaynap, aramliq tapmaywatidu; Azabliq künler manga yüzlendi.
Inside I am in turmoil, it never stops; I face days of despair.
28 Men quyash nurini körmeymu qaridap yürmektimen; Xalayiq arisida men ornumdin turup, nale-peryad kötürimen.
I am so depressed; seeing the sun doesn't help. I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
29 Men chilbörilerge qérindash bolup qaldim, Huwqushlarning hemrahi boldum.
I am like a brother to the jackals, a companion to owls.
30 Térem qariyip mendin ajrap kétiwatidu, Söngeklirim qiziqtin köyüp kétiwatidu.
My skin turns black on me; and my bones burn within me.
31 Chiltarimdin matem mersiyesi chiqidu, Néyimning awazi haza tutquchilarning yighisigha aylinip qaldi».
My lyre only plays sad songs, and my pipe is the voice of those who weep.
