Ayup 13
1 Mana, mening kɵzüm bularning ⱨǝmmisini kɵrüp qiⱪⱪan; Mening ⱪuliⱪim bularni anglap qüxǝngǝn.
“Behold, my eye has seen all, My ear has heard, and it attends to it.
2 Silǝrning bilgǝnliringlarni mǝnmu bilimǝn; Mening silǝrdin ⱪelixⱪuqilikim yoⱪ.
According to your knowledge I have known—also I. I am not more fallen than you.
3 Biraⱪ mening arzuyum Ⱨǝmmigǝ ⱪadir bilǝn sɵzlixixtur, Mening Huda bilǝn munazirǝ ⱪilƣum kelidu.
Yet I speak for the Mighty One, And I delight to argue for God.
4 Silǝr bolsanglar tɵⱨmǝt qapliƣuqilar, Ⱨǝmminglar yaramsiz tewipsilǝr.
And yet, you [are] forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nothing—all of you,
5 Silǝr pǝⱪǝtla süküttǝ turƣan bolsanglar’idi! Bu silǝr üqün danaliⱪ bolatti!
O that you would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom.
6 Mening munazirǝmgǝ ⱪulaⱪ selinglar, Lǝwlirimdiki muⱨakimilǝrni anglap beⱪinglar.
Please hear my argument, And attend to the pleadings of my lips,
7 Silǝr Hudaning wakalǝtqisi süpitidǝ boluwelip biadil sɵz ⱪilamsilǝr? Uning üqün ⱨiylǝ-mikirlik gǝp ⱪilmaⱪqimusilǝr?
Do you speak perverseness for God? And do you speak deceit for Him?
8 Uningƣa yüz-hatirǝ ⱪilip [huxamǝt] ⱪilmaⱪqimusilǝr?! Uningƣa wakalitǝn dǝwa sorimaⱪqimusilǝr?
Do you accept His face, if you strive for God?
9 U iq-baƣringlarni ahturup qiⱪsa, silǝr üqün yahxi bolattimu? Insan balisini aldiƣandǝk uni aldimaⱪqimusilǝr?
Is [it] good that He searches you, If, as one mocks at a man, you mock at Him?
10 Silǝr yüz-hatirǝ ⱪilip yoxurunqǝ huxamǝt ⱪilsanglar, U qoⱪum silǝrni ǝyiblǝydu.
He surely reproves you, if you accept faces in secret.
11 Buningdin kɵrǝ Uning ⱨǝywisining silǝrni ⱪorⱪatⱪini, Uning wǝⱨimisining silǝrgǝ qüxkini tüzük ǝmǝsmu?
Does His excellence not terrify you? And His dread fall on you?
12 Pǝnd-nǝsiⱨǝtinglar pǝⱪǝt külgǝ ohxax sɵzlǝr, halas; Silǝr [ixǝnq baƣliƣan] istiⱨkaminglar pǝⱪǝt lay istiⱨkamlar, halas.
Your remembrances [are] allegories of ashes, For high places of clay [are] your heights.
13 Meni ihtiyarimƣa ⱪoyuwetip zuwan sürmǝnglar, meni gǝp ⱪilƣili ⱪoyunglar. Beximƣa ⱨǝrnemǝ kǝlsǝ kǝlsun!
Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me what will.
14 Ⱪandaⱪla bolmisun, jenim bilǝn tǝwǝkkul ⱪilimǝn, Mǝn jenimni alⱪinimƣa elip ⱪoyimǝn!
Why do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
15 U jenimni alsimu mǝn yǝnila Uni kütimǝn, Uningƣa tayinimǝn; Biraⱪ ⱪandaⱪla bolmisun mǝn tutⱪan yollirimni Uning aldida aⱪlimaⱪqimǝn;
Behold, He slays me—I do not wait! Only, I argue my ways to His face.
16 Bundaⱪ ⱪilixim manga nijatliⱪ bolidu; Qünki iplas bir adǝm uning aldiƣa baralmaydu.
Also—He [is] to me for salvation, For the profane do not come before Him.
17 Sɵzlirimni diⱪⱪǝt bilǝn anglanglar, Bayanlirimƣa obdan ⱪulaⱪ selinglar.
Hear my word diligently, And my declaration with your ears.
18 Mana, mǝn ɵz dǝwayimni tǝrtipliⱪ ⱪilip tǝyyar ⱪildim; Mǝn ɵzümning ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝtǝn aⱪlinidiƣanliⱪimni bilimǝn.
Now behold, I have set the cause in order, I have known that I am righteous.
19 Mǝn bilǝn bǝs-munazirǝ ⱪilidiƣan ⱪeni kim barkin? Ⱨazir süküt ⱪilƣan bolsam, tiniⱪtin tohtiƣan bolattim!
Who [is] he that strives with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
20 [Aⱨ Huda]! Manga pǝⱪǝt ikki ixnila ⱪilip bǝrgin; Xundaⱪ bolƣandila, mǝn ɵzümni Sǝndin ⱪaqurmaymǝn:
Only two things, O God, do with me, Then I am not hidden from Your face:
21 — Ⱪolungni mǝndin yiraⱪ ⱪilƣin; — Wǝⱨimǝng meni ⱪorⱪatmisun.
Put Your hand far off from me, And do not let Your terror terrify me.
22 Andin meni sot ⱪilixⱪa qaⱪir, mǝn sanga jawab berimǝn; Yaki mǝn Sanga [dǝwayimdin] sɵz ⱪilsam, Sǝnmu manga jawab berisǝn.
And You call, and I answer, Or—I speak, and You answer me.
23 Mening ⱪǝbiⱨliklirim ⱨǝm gunaⱨlirim zadi ⱪanqilik? Itaǝtsizlikim ⱨǝm gunaⱨimni manga kɵrsitip bǝr!
How many iniquities and sins do I have? Let me know my transgression and my sin.
24 Nemixⱪa didaringni mǝndin yoxurisǝn? Nemixⱪa meni Ɵz düxmining dǝp bilding?
Why do You hide Your face? And reckon me for an enemy to You?
25 Uyaⱪ-buyaⱪⱪa uquruwetilidiƣan anqiki bir yopurmaⱪni wǝⱨimigǝ salmaⱪqimusǝn? Ⱪurup kǝtkǝn pahalni ⱪoƣlimaⱪqimusǝn?
Do You terrify a leaf driven away? And do You pursue the dry stubble?
26 Qünki Sǝn mening üstümdin zǝⱨǝrdǝk ǝrzlǝrni yazisǝn, Sǝn yaxliⱪimdiki ⱪǝbiⱨliklirimni manga ⱪayturuwatisǝn.
For You write bitter things against me, And cause me to possess iniquities of my youth,
27 Mǝn qirip kǝtkǝn bir nǝrsǝ, Mǝn pǝⱪǝt küyǝ yegǝn bir kiyimla bolƣinim bilǝn, Lekin Sǝn mening putlirimni kixǝnlǝysǝn, Ⱨǝmmǝ yollirimni kɵzitip yürisǝn; Tapanlirimƣa mangmasliⱪ üqün qǝk sizip ⱪoyƣansǝn.
And you put my feet in the stocks, And observe all my paths—You set a print on the roots of my feet,
And he, as a rotten thing, wears away, A moth has consumed him as a garment.”
