Ayup 10
1 Mǝn ɵz jenimdin nǝprǝtlinimǝn; Ɵz dǝrdimni tɵküwalay; Ⱪǝlbimdiki aⱨ-zarimni sɵzliwalay.
My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, and wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
2 Mǝn Tǝngrigǝ: «Mening gunaⱨimni bekitmǝ; manga kɵrsǝtkinki, Sǝn zadi nemǝ üqün mǝn bilǝn dǝwalixisǝn?
I will say vnto God, Condemne mee not: shew me, wherefore thou contendest with mee.
3 Adǝmni ǝzgining, Ɵz ⱪolung bilǝn yaratⱪiningni qǝtkǝ ⱪaⱪⱪining Sanga paydiliⱪmu? Yamanlarning suyiⱪǝstigǝ nur qaqⱪining yahximu?
Thinkest thou it good to oppresse me, and to cast off the labour of thine handes, and to fauour the counsel of the wicked?
4 Sening kɵzüng insanningkidǝk ajizmu? Sǝn adǝmlǝr kɵrgǝndǝk hirǝ kɵrǝmsǝn?
Hast thou carnall eyes? or doest thou see as man seeth?
5 Sening künliring ɵlidiƣan insanning künliridǝk qǝklikmu? Sening yilliring insanning yilliridǝk ⱪisⱪimu?
Are thy dayes as mans dayes? or thy yeres, as the time of man,
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 thou inquirest of mine iniquitie, and searchest out my sinne?
Thou knowest that I can not do wickedly: for none can deliuer me out of thine hand.
8 — Sǝn Ɵz ⱪolliring bilǝn meni xǝkillǝndürüp, bir gǝwdǝ ⱪilip yaratⱪansǝn; Biraⱪ Sǝn meni yoⱪatmaⱪqisǝn!
Thine handes haue made me, and fashioned mee wholy rounde about, and wilt thou destroy me?
9 Sǝn layni yasiƣandǝk meni yasiƣiningni esingdǝ tutⱪaysǝn, dǝp yelinimǝn; Sǝn meni yǝnǝ tupraⱪⱪa ⱪayturamsǝn?
Remember, I pray thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and wilt thou bring me into dust againe?
10 Sǝn [ustiliⱪ bilǝn] meni süttǝk ⱪuyup qayⱪap, Meni irimqiktǝk uyutⱪan ǝmǝsmu?
Hast thou not powred me out as milke? and turned me to cruds like cheese?
11 Sǝn terǝ ⱨǝm ǝt bilǝn meni kiyindürgǝnsǝn, Ustihan ⱨǝm pǝy bilǝn birlǝxtürüp meni toⱪuƣansǝn.
Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones and sinewes.
12 Sǝn manga ⱨayat ⱨǝm meⱨir-xǝpⱪǝt tǝⱪdim ⱪilƣansǝn, Sǝn sɵygüng bilǝn roⱨimdin hǝwǝr alding.
Thou hast giuen me life, and grace: and thy visitation hath preserued my spirit.
13 Biraⱪ bu ixlar Sening ⱪǝlbingdǝ yoxuruⱪluⱪ idi; Bularning ǝslidǝ ⱪǝlbingdǝ püküklikini bilimǝn.
Though thou hast hid these things in thine heart, yet I knowe that it is so with thee.
14 Gunaⱨ ⱪilƣan bolsam, Sǝn meni kɵzitip yürgǝn bolatting; Sǝn mening ⱪǝbiⱨlikimni jazalimay ⱪoymaytting.
If I haue sinned, then thou wilt streightly looke vnto me, and wilt not holde mee giltlesse of mine iniquitie.
15 Rǝzil ⱨesablanƣan bolsam, manga bala kelǝtti! Ⱨǝm yaki ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy ⱨesablansammu, ⱪattiⱪ nomusⱪa qɵmüp, azabⱪa qɵmginimdǝ, Beximni yǝnila kɵtürüxkǝ jür’ǝt ⱪilalmayttim;
If I haue done wickedly, wo vnto me: if I haue done righteously, I will not lift vp mine head, being full of confusion, because I see mine affliction.
16 Ⱨǝtta [beximni] kɵtürüxkǝ jür’ǝt ⱪilsammu, Sǝn ǝxǝddiy xirdǝk mening peyimgǝ qüxǝtting; Sǝn manga karamǝt küqüngni arⱪa-arⱪidin kɵrsitǝtting.
But let it increase: hunt thou me as a lyon: returne and shew thy selfe marueilous vpon me.
17 Sǝn meni ǝyiblǝydiƣan guwaⱨqiliringni ⱪaytidin aldimƣa kǝltürisǝn; Manga ⱪaritilƣan ƣǝzipingni zor ⱪilisǝn; Küqliring manga ⱪarxi dolⱪunlap kǝlmǝktǝ.
Thou renuest thy plagues against me, and thou increasest thy wrath against me: changes and armies of sorowes are against me.
18 Sǝn ǝslidǝ nemixⱪa meni baliyatⱪudin qiⱪarƣansǝn? Kaxki, mǝn qaqrap kǝtkǝn bolsam, ⱨeq adǝm meni kɵrmǝs idi!
Wherfore then hast thou brought me out of the wombe? Oh that I had perished, and that none eye had seene me!
19 Mǝn ⱨeqⱪaqan bolmiƣan bolattim! Baliyatⱪudin biwasitǝ gɵrgǝ apirilƣan bolattim!
And that I were as I had not bene, but brought from the wombe to the graue!
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 my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
Before I goe and shall not returne, euen to the land of darkenesse and shadow of death:
Into a land, I say, darke as darknes it selfe, and into the shadow of death, where is none order, but the light is there as darkenesse.
