Ayup 16
1 Andin Ayup jawabǝn mundaⱪ dedi: —
Then Job answered and said:
2 Mǝn muxundaⱪ gǝplǝrni kɵp angliƣanmǝn; Silǝr ⱨǝmminglar azab yǝtküzidiƣan ajayib tǝsǝlli bǝrgüqi ikǝnsilǝr-ⱨǝ!
I have heard many such things; sorry comforters are ye all.
3 Mundaⱪ watildap ⱪilƣan gǝpliringlarning qeki barmu? Silǝrgǝ mundaⱪ jawab berixkǝ zadi nemǝ ⱪutratⱪuluⱪ ⱪildi?
Shall windy words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?
4 Halisamla ɵzüm silǝrgǝ ohxax sɵz ⱪilalayttim; Silǝr mening ornumda bolidiƣan bolsanglar, Mǝnmu sɵzlǝrni baƣlaxturup eytip, silǝrgǝ zǝrbǝ ⱪilalaytim, Beximnimu silǝrgǝ ⱪaritip qayⱪiyalayttim!
I also could speak as ye do; if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you.
5 Ⱨalbuki, mǝn ǝksiqǝ aƣzim bilǝn silǝrni riƣbǝtlǝndürǝttim, Lǝwlirimning tǝsǝllisi silǝrgǝ dora-dǝrman bolatti.
I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would assuage your grief.
6 Lekin mening sɵzlixim bilǝn azabim azaymaydu; Yaki gepimni iqimgǝ yutuwalisammu, manga nemǝ aramqiliⱪ bolsun?
Though I speak, my pain is not assuaged; and though I forbear, what am I eased?
7 Biraⱪ U meni ⱨalsizlandürüwǝtti; Xundaⱪ, Sǝn pütkül ailǝmni wǝyran ⱪiliwǝtting!
But now He hath made me weary; Thou hast made desolate all my company.
8 Sǝn meni ⱪamalliding! Xuning bilǝn [ǝⱨwalim manga] guwaⱨliⱪ ⱪilmaⱪta; Mening oruⱪ-ⱪaⱪxal [bǝdinim] ornidin turup ɵzümni ǝyiblǝp guwaⱨliⱪ ⱪilidu!
And Thou hast shrivelled me up, which is a witness against me; and my leanness riseth up against me, it testifieth to my face.
9 Uning ƣǝzipi meni titma ⱪilip, Meni ow oljisi ⱪilidu; U manga ⱪarap qixini ƣuqurlitidu; Mening düxminimdǝk kɵzini alayitip manga tikidu.
He hath torn me in His wrath, and hated me; He hath gnashed upon me with His teeth; mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
10 [Adǝmlǝr] manga ⱪarap [mazaⱪ ⱪilixip] aƣzini aqidu; Ular nǝprǝt bilǝn mǝngzimgǝ kaqatlaydu; Manga ⱨujum ⱪilay dǝp sǝp tüzidu.
They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek scornfully; they gather themselves together against me.
11 Huda meni ǝskilǝrgǝ tapxurƣan; Meni rǝzillǝrning ⱪoliƣa taxliwǝtkǝnikǝn.
God delivereth me to the ungodly, and casteth me into the hands of the wicked.
12 Əslidǝ mǝn tinq-amanliⱪta turattim, biraⱪ u meni paqaⱪlidi; U boynumdin silkip bitqit ⱪiliwǝtti, Meni Ɵz nixani ⱪilƣanikǝn.
I was at ease, and He broke me asunder; yea, He hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces; He hath also set me up for His mark.
13 Uning oⱪyaqiliri meni ⱪapsiwaldi; Ⱨeq ayimay U üqǝy-baƣrimni yirtip, Ɵtümni yǝrgǝ tɵküwǝtti.
His archers compass me round about, He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14 U u yǝr-bu yerimgǝ üsti-üstilǝp zǝhim ⱪilip bɵsüp kiridu; U palwandǝk manga ⱪarap etilidu.
He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.
15 Terǝmning üstigǝ bɵz rǝht tikip ⱪoydum; Ɵz izzǝt-ⱨɵrmitimni topa-qangƣa selip ⱪoydum.
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and have laid my horn in the dust.
16 Gǝrqǝ ⱪolumda ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ zorawanliⱪ bolmisimu, Duayim qin dilimdin bolƣan bolsimu, Yüzüm yiƣa-zaridin ⱪizirip kǝtti; Ⱪapaⱪlirimni ɵlüm sayisi basti.
My face is reddened with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
18 Aⱨ, yǝr-zemin, ⱪenimni yapmiƣin! Nalǝ-pǝryadim tohtaydiƣanƣa jay bolmiƣay!
O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no resting-place.
19 Biraⱪ mana, asmanlarda ⱨazirmu manga xaⱨit Bolƣuqi bar! Ərxlǝrdǝ manga kapalǝt Bolƣuqi bar!
Even now, behold, my Witness is in heaven, and He that testifieth of me is on high.
20 Ɵz dostlirim meni mazaⱪ ⱪilƣini bilǝn, Biraⱪ kɵzüm tehiqǝ Tǝngrigǝ yax tɵkmǝktǝ.
Mine inward thoughts are my intercessors, mine eye poureth out tears unto God;
21 Aⱨ, insan balisi dosti üqün kelixtürgüqi bolƣandǝk, Tǝngri bilǝn adǝm otturisidimu kelixtürgüqi bolsidi!
That He would set aright a man contending with God, as a son of man setteth aright his neighbour!
22 Qünki yǝnǝ birnǝqqǝ yil ɵtüxi bilǝnla, Mǝn barsa ⱪaytmas yolda mengip ⱪalimǝn.
For the years that are few are coming on, and I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
