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 they that are younger than I hold me in derision, Whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
2 Ularning maghduri ketkendin kéyin, Qolidiki küch manga néme payda yetküzelisun?
Of what use to me would be even the strength of their hands, To whom old age is lost?
3 Yoqsuzluq hem achliqtin yiglep ketken, Ular uzundin buyan chölderep ketken desht-bayawanda quruq yerni ghajaydu.
By want and hunger they are famished; They gnaw the dry desert, The darkness of desolate wastes.
4 Ular emen-shiwaqni chatqallar arisidin yulidu, Shumbuyining yiltizlirinimu térip özlirige nan qilidu.
They gather purslain among the bushes, And the root of the broom is their bread.
5 Ular el-yurtlardin heydiwétilgen bolidu, Kishiler ularni körüpla oghrini körgendek warqirap tillaydu.
They are driven from the society of men; There is a cry after them as after a thief.
6 Shuning bilen ular sürlük jilghilarda qonup, Tashlar arisida, gharlar ichide yashashqa mejbur bolidu.
They dwell in gloomy valleys, In caves of the earth and in rocks.
7 Chatqalliq arisida ular hangrap kétidu, Tikenler astida ular dügdiyip olturishidu;
They bray among the bushes; Under the brambles are they stretched out.
8 Nadanlarning, nam-abruyisizlarning baliliri, Ular zémindin sürtoqay heydiwétilgen.
An impious and low-born race, They are beaten out of the land.
9 Men hazir bolsam bularning hejwiy naxshisi, Hetta söz-chöchikining destiki bolup qaldim!
And now I am become their song; Yea, I am their by-word!
10 Ular mendin nepretlinip, Mendin yiraq turup, Yüzümge tükürüshtinmu yanmaydu.
They abhor me, they stand aloof from me; They forbear not to spit before my face.
11 Chünki [Xuda] méning hayat rishtimni üzüp, méni japagha chömdürgen, Shuning bilen shu ademler aldimda tizginlirini éliwetken.
Yea, they let loose the reins, and humble me; They cast off the bridle before me.
12 Ong yénimda bir top chüprende yashlar ornidin turup, Ular putumni turghan yéridin ittiriwetmekchi, Ular sépilimgha hujum pelempeylirini kötürüp turidu;
On my right hand riseth up the brood; They thrust away my feet; They cast up against me their destructive ways.
13 Ular yolumni buzuwétidu, Ularning héch yölenchüki bolmisimu, Halakitimni ilgiri sürmekte.
They break up my path; They hasten my fall, —They who have no helper!
14 Ular sépilning keng bösük jayidin bösüp kirgendek kirishidu; Weyranilikimdin paydilinip chong tashlardek domilap kirishidu.
They come upon me as through a wide breach; Through the ruins they rush in upon me.
15 Wehimiler burulup méni öz nishani qilghan; Shuning bilen hörmitim shamal ötüp yoq bolghandek heydiwétildi, Awatchiliqimmu bulut ötüp ketkendek ötüp ketti.
Terrors are turned against me; They pursue my prosperity like the wind, And my welfare passeth away like a cloud.
16 Hazir bolsa jénim qachidin tökülüp ketkendek; Azabliq künler méni tutuwaldi.
And now my soul poureth itself out upon me; Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17 Kéchiler bolsa, manga söngeklirimgiche sanjimaqta; Aghriqlirim méni chishlep dem almaydu.
By night my bones are pierced; they are torn from me, And my gnawers take no rest.
18 [Aghriqlar] zor küchi bilen manga kiyim-kéchikimdek boldi; Ular könglikimning yaqisidek manga chaplishiwaldi.
Through the violence of my disease is my garment changed; It bindeth me about like the collar of my tunic.
19 Xuda méni sazliqqa tashliwetken, Men topa-changgha we külge oxshash bolup qaldim.
He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
20 Men Sanga nale-peryad kötürmektimen, Biraq Sen manga jawab bermeysen; Men ornumdin tursam, Sen peqetla manga qarapla qoyisen.
I call upon Thee, but thou dost not hear me; I stand up before thee, but thou regardest me not.
21 Sen özgirip manga bir zalim boldung; Qolungning küchi bilen manga zerbe qiliwatisen;
Thou art become cruel to me; With thy strong hand dost thou lie in wait for me.
22 Sen méni kötürüp Shamalgha mindürgensen; Boran-chapqunda teelluqatimni yoq qiliwetkensen.
Thou liftest me up, and causest me to ride upon the wind; Thou meltest me away in the storm.
23 Chünki Sen méni axirida ölümge, Yeni barliq hayat igilirining «yighilish öyi»ge keltürüwatisen.
I know that thou wilt bring me to death, To the place of assembly for all the living.
24 U halak qilghan waqtida kishiler nale-peryad kötürsimu, U qolini uzatqanda, duaning derweqe héchqandaq netijisi yoq;
When He stretcheth out his hand, prayer availeth nothing; When He bringeth destruction, vain is the cry for help.
25 Men künliri tes kishi üchün yighlap [dua qilghan] emesmu? Namratlar üchün jénim azablanmidimu?
Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 Men özüm yaxshiliq kütüp yürginim bilen, yamanliq kélip qaldi; Nur kütkinim bilen, qarangghuluq keldi.
But when I looked for good, then evil came; When I looked for light, then came darkness.
27 Ichim qazandek qaynap, aramliq tapmaywatidu; Azabliq künler manga yüzlendi.
My bowels boil, and have no rest; Days of anguish have come upon me.
28 Men quyash nurini körmeymu qaridap yürmektimen; Xalayiq arisida men ornumdin turup, nale-peryad kötürimen.
I am black, but not by the sun; I stand up, and utter my cries in the congregation.
29 Men chilbörilerge qérindash bolup qaldim, Huwqushlarning hemrahi boldum.
I am become a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.
30 Térem qariyip mendin ajrap kétiwatidu, Söngeklirim qiziqtin köyüp kétiwatidu.
My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones burn with heat.
31 Chiltarimdin matem mersiyesi chiqidu, Néyimning awazi haza tutquchilarning yighisigha aylinip qaldi».
My harp also is turned to mourning, And my pipe to notes of grief.
