Ayup 14
1 Anidin tuƣulƣanlarning künliri azdur, Palakǝt uningƣa yardur.
Life is short and full of trouble,
2 U güldǝk dunyaƣa kelip andin tozuydu, U [ⱪuyax aldidin] sayigǝ ohxax ⱪeqip ketidu.
like a flower that blooms and withers, like a passing shadow that soon disappears.
3 Biraⱪ Sǝn tehi xundaⱪ bir ajiz bolƣuqiƣa kɵzüngni tikip, Meni Ɵz aldingƣa soraⱪⱪa tartiwatamsǝn?
Do you even notice me, God, and why do you have to drag me to court?
4 Kim napak nǝrsilǝrdin pak nǝrsini qiⱪiralaydu? — ⱨeqkim!
Who can bring something clean of what is unclean? No one.
5 [Insanning] künliri bekitilgǝndikin, Uning aylirining sani Sening ilkingdǝ bolƣandikin, Sǝn uning ɵtsǝ bolmaydiƣan qǝklirini bekitkǝndikin,
You have determined how long we shall live—the number of months, a time limit on our lives.
6 Uning bir’az dǝm elixi üqün uningdin kɵzüngni elip ⱪaqⱪin, Xuning bilǝn mǝdikardǝk uningƣa ɵz künliridin sɵyünüx nesip bolsun!
So leave us alone and give us some peace—so like a laborer we could enjoy a few hours of rest at the end of the day.
7 Qünki dǝrǝh kesiwetilgǝndin keyin, ⱪayta ɵsüxtin ümid bar; Buningliⱪ bilǝn uning yumran bihliri tügǝp kǝtmǝydu;
Even a tree that's cut down has the hope of sprouting again, of sending up shoots and continuing to live.
8 Uning yiltizi yǝrdǝ ⱪurup kǝtkǝn bolsimu, Uning kɵtiki topida ɵlüp kǝtkǝn bolsimu,
Even though its roots grow old in the earth, and its stump dies in the ground,
9 Biraⱪ suning puriⱪi bilǝnla u yǝnǝ kɵkiridu, Yumran ot-qɵptǝk yengi bihlarni qiⱪiridu.
just a trickle of water will make it bud and grow branches like a young plant.
10 Biraⱪ adǝm bolsa ɵlidu, ilajsiz ongda yatidu, bǝrⱨǝⱪ, Insan nǝpǝstin ⱪalidu, andin nǝdǝ bolidu?
But human beings die, their strength dwindles away; they perish, and where are they then?
11 Dengizdiki sular parƣa aylinip tügǝp kǝtkǝndǝk, Dǝryalar ⱪaƣjirap ⱪurup kǝtkǝndǝk,
Like water evaporating from a lake and a river that dries up and disappears,
12 Ohxaxla adǝm yetip ⱪalsila ⱪaytidin turmaydu; Asmanlar yoⱪimiƣuqǝ, ular oyƣanmaydu, uyⱪudin turmaydu.
so human beings lie down and don't get up again. Until the heavens cease to exist they will not awake from 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)
I wish you would hide me in Sheol; conceal me there until your anger is gone. Set a definite time for me there, and remember me! (Sheol h7585)
14 Adǝm ɵlsǝ, ⱪayta yaxamdu? Xundaⱪ bolsa manga xundaⱪ ɵzgirix waⱪti kǝlgüqǝ, Muxu japaƣa tolƣan künlirim ɵtküqǝ, sǝwr-taⱪǝt bilǝn kütǝttim!
Will the dead live again? Then I would have hope through all my time of trouble until my release comes.
15 Xundaⱪ bolsa Sǝn meni qaⱪirsang, jawab berǝttim; Sǝn Ɵz ⱪolung bilǝn yaratⱪiningƣa ümid-arzuyung bolatti.
You would call and I would answer you; you would long for me, the being that you made.
16 Biraⱪ Sǝn ⱨazir ⱨǝrbir dǝssigǝn ⱪǝdǝmlirimni sanap, Gunaⱨimni kɵzitiwatisǝnƣu!
Then you would look after me and wouldn't be watching me to see if I sinned.
17 Itaǝtsizlikim haltiƣa selinip peqǝtlǝndi, Gunaⱨlirimni dɵwǝ-dɵwǝ ⱪilip saⱪlap ⱪoydung.
My sins would be sealed up in a bag and you would cover my guilt.
18 Dǝrwǝⱪǝ taƣmu yimirilip yoⱪalƣandǝk, Tax ɵz ornidin tǝwrinip kǝtkǝndǝk,
But just as the mountains crumble and fall, and the rocks tumble down;
19 Sular tax-xeƣillarni upritip yoⱪatⱪandǝk, Topanlar zemindiki topini süpürüp kǝtkǝndǝk, Sǝn adǝmning ümidini yoⱪ ⱪilisǝn.
as water wears away the stones, as floods wash away the soil, so you destroy the hope people have.
20 Sǝn mǝnggügǝ uning üstidin ƣalib kelisǝn, Xunga u dunyadin ketidu; uning qirayini tutuldurisǝn, Uni Ɵz yeningdin yiraⱪ ⱪilisǝn.
You continually overpower them and they pass away; you distort their faces in death and send them away.
21 Uning oƣulliri ⱨɵrmǝtkǝ erixidu, biraⱪ u buni bilmǝydu; Ular pǝs ⱪilinsimu, Biraⱪ uning bulardinmu hǝwiri bolmaydu.
Their children may become important or fall from their positions, but they don't know or see any of this.
22 U [pǝⱪǝt] ɵz tenidiki aƣriⱪidinla azablinidu, U kɵnglidǝ ɵzi üqünla ⱨǝsrǝt-nadamǝt qekidu.
As people die they only know their own pain and are sad for themselves.”
