Ayup 30
1 — «Biraq hazir bolsa, yashlar méni mazaq qilidu, Ularning dadilirini hetta padamni baqidighan itlar bilen bille ishleshke yol qoyushnimu yaman körettim.
And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed to set With the dogs of my flock.
2 Ularning maghduri ketkendin kéyin, Qolidiki küch manga néme payda yetküzelisun?
Also — the power of their hands, why [is it] to me? On them hath old age perished.
3 Yoqsuzluq hem achliqtin yiglep ketken, Ular uzundin buyan chölderep ketken desht-bayawanda quruq yerni ghajaydu.
With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste,
4 Ular emen-shiwaqni chatqallar arisidin yulidu, Shumbuyining yiltizlirinimu térip özlirige nan qilidu.
Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots [is] their food.
5 Ular el-yurtlardin heydiwétilgen bolidu, Kishiler ularni körüpla oghrini körgendek warqirap tillaydu.
From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief),
6 Shuning bilen ular sürlük jilghilarda qonup, Tashlar arisida, gharlar ichide yashashqa mejbur bolidu.
In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts.
7 Chatqalliq arisida ular hangrap kétidu, Tikenler astida ular dügdiyip olturishidu;
Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together.
8 Nadanlarning, nam-abruyisizlarning baliliri, Ular zémindin sürtoqay heydiwétilgen.
Sons of folly — even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land.
9 Men hazir bolsam bularning hejwiy naxshisi, Hetta söz-chöchikining destiki bolup qaldim!
And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword.
10 Ular mendin nepretlinip, Mendin yiraq turup, Yüzümge tükürüshtinmu yanmaydu.
They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.
11 Chünki [Xuda] méning hayat rishtimni üzüp, méni japagha chömdürgen, Shuning bilen shu ademler aldimda tizginlirini éliwetken.
Because His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.
12 Ong yénimda bir top chüprende yashlar ornidin turup, Ular putumni turghan yéridin ittiriwetmekchi, Ular sépilimgha hujum pelempeylirini kötürüp turidu;
On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
13 Ular yolumni buzuwétidu, Ularning héch yölenchüki bolmisimu, Halakitimni ilgiri sürmekte.
They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, 'He hath no helper.'
14 Ular sépilning keng bösük jayidin bösüp kirgendek kirishidu; Weyranilikimdin paydilinip chong tashlardek domilap kirishidu.
As a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.
15 Wehimiler burulup méni öz nishani qilghan; Shuning bilen hörmitim shamal ötüp yoq bolghandek heydiwétildi, Awatchiliqimmu bulut ötüp ketkendek ötüp ketti.
He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.
16 Hazir bolsa jénim qachidin tökülüp ketkendek; Azabliq künler méni tutuwaldi.
And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
17 Kéchiler bolsa, manga söngeklirimgiche sanjimaqta; Aghriqlirim méni chishlep dem almaydu.
At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
18 [Aghriqlar] zor küchi bilen manga kiyim-kéchikimdek boldi; Ular könglikimning yaqisidek manga chaplishiwaldi.
By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
19 Xuda méni sazliqqa tashliwetken, Men topa-changgha we külge oxshash bolup qaldim.
Casting me into 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 cry unto Thee, And Thou dost not answer me, I have stood, and Thou dost consider me.
21 Sen özgirip manga bir zalim boldung; Qolungning küchi bilen manga zerbe qiliwatisen;
Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppressest me.
22 Sen méni kötürüp Shamalgha mindürgensen; Boran-chapqunda teelluqatimni yoq qiliwetkensen.
Thou dost lift me up, On the wind Thou dost cause me to ride, And Thou meltest — Thou levellest me.
23 Chünki Sen méni axirida ölümge, Yeni barliq hayat igilirining «yighilish öyi»ge keltürüwatisen.
For I have known To death Thou dost bring me back, And [to] the house appointed for all living.
24 U halak qilghan waqtida kishiler nale-peryad kötürsimu, U qolini uzatqanda, duaning derweqe héchqandaq netijisi yoq;
Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.
25 Men künliri tes kishi üchün yighlap [dua qilghan] emesmu? Namratlar üchün jénim azablanmidimu?
Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy.
26 Men özüm yaxshiliq kütüp yürginim bilen, yamanliq kélip qaldi; Nur kütkinim bilen, qarangghuluq keldi.
When good I expected, then cometh evil, And I wait for light, and darkness cometh.
27 Ichim qazandek qaynap, aramliq tapmaywatidu; Azabliq künler manga yüzlendi.
My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
28 Men quyash nurini körmeymu qaridap yürmektimen; Xalayiq arisida men ornumdin turup, nale-peryad kötürimen.
Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
29 Men chilbörilerge qérindash bolup qaldim, Huwqushlarning hemrahi boldum.
A brother I have been to dragons, And a companion to daughters of the ostrich.
30 Térem qariyip mendin ajrap kétiwatidu, Söngeklirim qiziqtin köyüp kétiwatidu.
My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,
31 Chiltarimdin matem mersiyesi chiqidu, Néyimning awazi haza tutquchilarning yighisigha aylinip qaldi».
And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
