Ayup 10
1 Mǝn ɵz jenimdin nǝprǝtlinimǝn; Ɵz dǝrdimni tɵküwalay; Ⱪǝlbimdiki aⱨ-zarimni sɵzliwalay.
My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
2 Mǝn Tǝngrigǝ: «Mening gunaⱨimni bekitmǝ; manga kɵrsǝtkinki, Sǝn zadi nemǝ üqün mǝn bilǝn dǝwalixisǝn?
I will say to God, Do not put me down as a sinner; make clear to me what you have against me.
3 Adǝmni ǝzgining, Ɵz ⱪolung bilǝn yaratⱪiningni qǝtkǝ ⱪaⱪⱪining Sanga paydiliⱪmu? Yamanlarning suyiⱪǝstigǝ nur qaqⱪining yahximu?
What profit is it to you to be cruel, to give up the work of your hands, looking kindly on the design of evil-doers?
4 Sening kɵzüng insanningkidǝk ajizmu? Sǝn adǝmlǝr kɵrgǝndǝk hirǝ kɵrǝmsǝn?
Have you eyes of flesh, or do you see as man sees?
5 Sening künliring ɵlidiƣan insanning künliridǝk qǝklikmu? Sening yilliring insanning yilliridǝk ⱪisⱪimu?
Are your days as the days of man, or your years like his,
6 Sǝn mening rǝzil adǝm ǝmǝslikimni bilip turup, Sening ⱪolungdin ⱪutuldurƣudǝk ⱨeqkimning yoⱪluⱪini bilip turup, Nemixⱪa mening hataliⱪimni sorap yürisǝn? Nemixⱪa mening gunaⱨimni sürüxtürisǝn?» — dǝymǝn.
That you take note of my sin, searching after my wrongdoing,
Though you see that I am not an evil-doer; and there is no one who is able to take a man out of your hands?
8 — Sǝn Ɵz ⱪolliring bilǝn meni xǝkillǝndürüp, bir gǝwdǝ ⱪilip yaratⱪansǝn; Biraⱪ Sǝn meni yoⱪatmaⱪqisǝn!
Your hands made me, and I was formed by you, but then, changing your purpose, you gave me up to destruction.
9 Sǝn layni yasiƣandǝk meni yasiƣiningni esingdǝ tutⱪaysǝn, dǝp yelinimǝn; Sǝn meni yǝnǝ tupraⱪⱪa ⱪayturamsǝn?
O keep in mind that you made me out of earth; and will you send me back again to dust?
10 Sǝn [ustiliⱪ bilǝn] meni süttǝk ⱪuyup qayⱪap, Meni irimqiktǝk uyutⱪan ǝmǝsmu?
Was I not drained out like milk, becoming hard like cheese?
11 Sǝn terǝ ⱨǝm ǝt bilǝn meni kiyindürgǝnsǝn, Ustihan ⱨǝm pǝy bilǝn birlǝxtürüp meni toⱪuƣansǝn.
By you I was clothed with skin and flesh, and joined together with bones and muscles.
12 Sǝn manga ⱨayat ⱨǝm meⱨir-xǝpⱪǝt tǝⱪdim ⱪilƣansǝn, Sǝn sɵygüng bilǝn roⱨimdin hǝwǝr alding.
You have been kind to me, and your grace has been with me, and your care has kept my spirit safe.
13 Biraⱪ bu ixlar Sening ⱪǝlbingdǝ yoxuruⱪluⱪ idi; Bularning ǝslidǝ ⱪǝlbingdǝ püküklikini bilimǝn.
But you kept these things in the secret of your heart; I am certain this was in your thoughts:
14 Gunaⱨ ⱪilƣan bolsam, Sǝn meni kɵzitip yürgǝn bolatting; Sǝn mening ⱪǝbiⱨlikimni jazalimay ⱪoymaytting.
That, if I did wrong, you would take note of it, and would not make me clear from sin:
15 Rǝzil ⱨesablanƣan bolsam, manga bala kelǝtti! Ⱨǝm yaki ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy ⱨesablansammu, ⱪattiⱪ nomusⱪa qɵmüp, azabⱪa qɵmginimdǝ, Beximni yǝnila kɵtürüxkǝ jür’ǝt ⱪilalmayttim;
That, if I was an evil-doer, the curse would come on me; and if I was upright, my head would not be lifted up, being full of shame and overcome with trouble.
16 Ⱨǝtta [beximni] kɵtürüxkǝ jür’ǝt ⱪilsammu, Sǝn ǝxǝddiy xirdǝk mening peyimgǝ qüxǝtting; Sǝn manga karamǝt küqüngni arⱪa-arⱪidin kɵrsitǝtting.
And that if there was cause for pride, you would go after me like a lion; and again put out your wonders against me:
17 Sǝn meni ǝyiblǝydiƣan guwaⱨqiliringni ⱪaytidin aldimƣa kǝltürisǝn; Manga ⱪaritilƣan ƣǝzipingni zor ⱪilisǝn; Küqliring manga ⱪarxi dolⱪunlap kǝlmǝktǝ.
That you would send new witnesses against me, increasing your wrath against me, and letting loose new armies on me.
18 Sǝn ǝslidǝ nemixⱪa meni baliyatⱪudin qiⱪarƣansǝn? Kaxki, mǝn qaqrap kǝtkǝn bolsam, ⱨeq adǝm meni kɵrmǝs idi!
Why then did you make me come out of my mother's body? It would have been better for me to have taken my last breath, and for no eye to have seen me,
19 Mǝn ⱨeqⱪaqan bolmiƣan bolattim! Baliyatⱪudin biwasitǝ gɵrgǝ apirilƣan bolattim!
And for me to have been as if I had not been; to have been taken from my mother's body straight to my last resting-place.
20 Mening azƣinǝ künlirim tügǝy degǝn ǝmǝsmu? Xunga mǝn barsa kǝlmǝs yǝrgǝ barƣuqǝ, — Ⱪarangƣuluⱪ, ɵlüm sayǝ bolƣan zeminƣa, — Zulmǝt bir zeminƣa, yǝni ⱪarangƣuluⱪning ɵzining zeminiƣa, Ɵlüm sayisining zeminiƣa, Tǝrtipsiz, ⱨǝtta ɵz nuri ⱪapⱪarangƣu ⱪilinƣan xu zeminƣa barƣuqǝ, Manga azraⱪ jan kirix üqün, Ixingni bir dǝⱪiⱪǝ tohtat, mǝndin neri bol!».
Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,
Before I go to the place from which I will not come back, to the land where all is dark and black,
A land of thick dark, without order, where the very light is dark.
