Ayup 14
1 Anidin tuƣulƣanlarning künliri azdur, Palakǝt uningƣa yardur.
As for man, the son of woman, his days are short and full of trouble.
2 U güldǝk dunyaƣa kelip andin tozuydu, U [ⱪuyax aldidin] sayigǝ ohxax ⱪeqip ketidu.
He comes out like a flower, and is cut down: he goes in flight like a shade, and is never seen again.
3 Biraⱪ Sǝn tehi xundaⱪ bir ajiz bolƣuqiƣa kɵzüngni tikip, Meni Ɵz aldingƣa soraⱪⱪa tartiwatamsǝn?
Is it on such a one as this that your eyes are fixed, with the purpose of judging him?
4 Kim napak nǝrsilǝrdin pak nǝrsini qiⱪiralaydu? — ⱨeqkim!
If only a clean thing might come out of an unclean! But it is not possible.
5 [Insanning] künliri bekitilgǝndikin, Uning aylirining sani Sening ilkingdǝ bolƣandikin, Sǝn uning ɵtsǝ bolmaydiƣan qǝklirini bekitkǝndikin,
If his days are ordered, and you have knowledge of the number of his months, having given him a fixed limit past which he may not go;
6 Uning bir’az dǝm elixi üqün uningdin kɵzüngni elip ⱪaqⱪin, Xuning bilǝn mǝdikardǝk uningƣa ɵz künliridin sɵyünüx nesip bolsun!
Let your eyes be turned away from him, and take your hand from him, so that he may have pleasure at the end of his day, like a servant working for payment.
7 Qünki dǝrǝh kesiwetilgǝndin keyin, ⱪayta ɵsüxtin ümid bar; Buningliⱪ bilǝn uning yumran bihliri tügǝp kǝtmǝydu;
For there is hope of a tree; if it is cut down, it will come to life again, and its branches will not come to an end.
8 Uning yiltizi yǝrdǝ ⱪurup kǝtkǝn bolsimu, Uning kɵtiki topida ɵlüp kǝtkǝn bolsimu,
Though its root may be old in the earth, and its cut-off end may be dead in the dust;
9 Biraⱪ suning puriⱪi bilǝnla u yǝnǝ kɵkiridu, Yumran ot-qɵptǝk yengi bihlarni qiⱪiridu.
Still, at the smell of water, it will make buds, and put out branches like a young plant.
10 Biraⱪ adǝm bolsa ɵlidu, ilajsiz ongda yatidu, bǝrⱨǝⱪ, Insan nǝpǝstin ⱪalidu, andin nǝdǝ bolidu?
But man comes to his death and is gone: he gives up his spirit, and where is he?
11 Dengizdiki sular parƣa aylinip tügǝp kǝtkǝndǝk, Dǝryalar ⱪaƣjirap ⱪurup kǝtkǝndǝk,
The waters go from a pool, and a river becomes waste and dry;
12 Ohxaxla adǝm yetip ⱪalsila ⱪaytidin turmaydu; Asmanlar yoⱪimiƣuqǝ, ular oyƣanmaydu, uyⱪudin turmaydu.
So man goes down to his last resting-place and comes not again: till the heavens come to an end, they will not be awake or come out of their sleep.
13 Aⱨ, tǝⱨtisaraƣa meni yoxurup ⱪoysang idi, Ƣǝziping ɵtüp kǝtküqǝ meni mǝhpiy saⱪlap ⱪoysang idi, Meni esinggǝ alidiƣan bir waⱪit-saǝtni manga bekitip bǝrsǝng idi! (Sheol h7585)
If only you would keep me safe in the underworld, putting me in a secret place till your wrath is past, giving me a fixed time when I might come to your memory again! (Sheol h7585)
14 Adǝm ɵlsǝ, ⱪayta yaxamdu? Xundaⱪ bolsa manga xundaⱪ ɵzgirix waⱪti kǝlgüqǝ, Muxu japaƣa tolƣan künlirim ɵtküqǝ, sǝwr-taⱪǝt bilǝn kütǝttim!
If death takes a man, will he come to life again? All the days of my trouble I would be waiting, till the time came for me to be free.
15 Xundaⱪ bolsa Sǝn meni qaⱪirsang, jawab berǝttim; Sǝn Ɵz ⱪolung bilǝn yaratⱪiningƣa ümid-arzuyung bolatti.
At the sound of your voice I would give an answer, and you would have a desire for the work of your hands.
16 Biraⱪ Sǝn ⱨazir ⱨǝrbir dǝssigǝn ⱪǝdǝmlirimni sanap, Gunaⱨimni kɵzitiwatisǝnƣu!
For now my steps are numbered by you, and my sin is not overlooked.
17 Itaǝtsizlikim haltiƣa selinip peqǝtlǝndi, Gunaⱨlirimni dɵwǝ-dɵwǝ ⱪilip saⱪlap ⱪoydung.
My wrongdoing is corded up in a bag, and my sin is shut up safe.
18 Dǝrwǝⱪǝ taƣmu yimirilip yoⱪalƣandǝk, Tax ɵz ornidin tǝwrinip kǝtkǝndǝk,
But truly a mountain falling comes to dust, and a rock is moved from its place;
19 Sular tax-xeƣillarni upritip yoⱪatⱪandǝk, Topanlar zemindiki topini süpürüp kǝtkǝndǝk, Sǝn adǝmning ümidini yoⱪ ⱪilisǝn.
The stones are crushed small by the force of the waters; the dust of the earth is washed away by their overflowing: and so you put an end to the hope of man.
20 Sǝn mǝnggügǝ uning üstidin ƣalib kelisǝn, Xunga u dunyadin ketidu; uning qirayini tutuldurisǝn, Uni Ɵz yeningdin yiraⱪ ⱪilisǝn.
You overcome him for ever, and he is gone; his face is changed in death, and you send him away.
21 Uning oƣulliri ⱨɵrmǝtkǝ erixidu, biraⱪ u buni bilmǝydu; Ular pǝs ⱪilinsimu, Biraⱪ uning bulardinmu hǝwiri bolmaydu.
His sons come to honour, and he has no knowledge of it; they are made low, but he is not conscious of it.
22 U [pǝⱪǝt] ɵz tenidiki aƣriⱪidinla azablinidu, U kɵnglidǝ ɵzi üqünla ⱨǝsrǝt-nadamǝt qekidu.
Only his flesh still has pain, and his soul is sad.
