< Ayup 16 >
1 Andin Ayup jawabǝn mundaⱪ dedi: —
Then responded Job, and said: —
2 Mǝn muxundaⱪ gǝplǝrni kɵp angliƣanmǝn; Silǝr ⱨǝmminglar azab yǝtküzidiƣan ajayib tǝsǝlli bǝrgüqi ikǝnsilǝr-ⱨǝ!
I have heard many such things, Wearisome comforters, are ye all!
3 Mundaⱪ watildap ⱪilƣan gǝpliringlarning qeki barmu? Silǝrgǝ mundaⱪ jawab berixkǝ zadi nemǝ ⱪutratⱪuluⱪ ⱪildi?
Is there to be an end to windy words? Or what so strongly exciteth thee, that thou must respond?
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, like you, could speak, —If your soul were in the place of my soul, I could string together words against you, and could therewith shake over you my head.
5 Ⱨalbuki, mǝn ǝksiqǝ aƣzim bilǝn silǝrni riƣbǝtlǝndürǝttim, Lǝwlirimning tǝsǝllisi silǝrgǝ dora-dǝrman bolatti.
I could make you determined, by my mouth, and then my lip-solace should restrain you.
6 Lekin mening sɵzlixim bilǝn azabim azaymaydu; Yaki gepimni iqimgǝ yutuwalisammu, manga nemǝ aramqiliⱪ bolsun?
Though I do speak, unassuaged is my stinging pain, —And, if I forbear, of what am I relieved?
7 Biraⱪ U meni ⱨalsizlandürüwǝtti; Xundaⱪ, Sǝn pütkül ailǝmni wǝyran ⱪiliwǝtting!
But, now, hath he wearied me, thou hast destroyed all my family;
8 Sǝn meni ⱪamalliding! Xuning bilǝn [ǝⱨwalim manga] guwaⱨliⱪ ⱪilmaⱪta; Mening oruⱪ-ⱪaⱪxal [bǝdinim] ornidin turup ɵzümni ǝyiblǝp guwaⱨliⱪ ⱪilidu!
And, having captured me, it hath served, as a witness; and so my wasting away hath risen up against me, in my face, it answereth.
9 Uning ƣǝzipi meni titma ⱪilip, Meni ow oljisi ⱪilidu; U manga ⱪarap qixini ƣuqurlitidu; Mening düxminimdǝk kɵzini alayitip manga tikidu.
His anger, hath torn and persecuted me, He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth, Mine adversary, hath sharpened his eyes for 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, With reproach, have they smitten my cheek, Together, against me, have they closed their ranks.
11 Huda meni ǝskilǝrgǝ tapxurƣan; Meni rǝzillǝrning ⱪoliƣa taxliwǝtkǝnikǝn.
GOD doth abandon me to him that is perverse, and, into the hands of the lawless, he throweth me headlong.
12 Əslidǝ mǝn tinq-amanliⱪta turattim, biraⱪ u meni paqaⱪlidi; U boynumdin silkip bitqit ⱪiliwǝtti, Meni Ɵz nixani ⱪilƣanikǝn.
At ease, was I when he shattered me, Yea he seized me by my neck, and dashed me in pieces, then set me up for himself as a mark:
13 Uning oⱪyaqiliri meni ⱪapsiwaldi; Ⱨeq ayimay U üqǝy-baƣrimni yirtip, Ɵtümni yǝrgǝ tɵküwǝtti.
His archers came round against me, He clave asunder my reins, and spared not, He poured out, on the earth, my gall:
14 U u yǝr-bu yerimgǝ üsti-üstilǝp zǝhim ⱪilip bɵsüp kiridu; U palwandǝk manga ⱪarap etilidu.
He made a breach in me, breach upon breach, He ran upon me, like a mighty man.
15 Terǝmning üstigǝ bɵz rǝht tikip ⱪoydum; Ɵz izzǝt-ⱨɵrmitimni topa-qangƣa selip ⱪoydum.
Sackcloth, sewed I on my skin, and rolled—in the dust—my horn:
16 Gǝrqǝ ⱪolumda ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ zorawanliⱪ bolmisimu, Duayim qin dilimdin bolƣan bolsimu, Yüzüm yiƣa-zaridin ⱪizirip kǝtti; Ⱪapaⱪlirimni ɵlüm sayisi basti.
My face, is reddened from weeping, and, upon mine eyelashes, is the death-shade: —
Though no violence was in my hands, and, my prayer, was pure.
18 Aⱨ, yǝr-zemin, ⱪenimni yapmiƣin! Nalǝ-pǝryadim tohtaydiƣanƣa jay bolmiƣay!
O earth! do not cover my blood, and let there be no place for mine outcry.
19 Biraⱪ mana, asmanlarda ⱨazirmu manga xaⱨit Bolƣuqi bar! Ərxlǝrdǝ manga kapalǝt Bolƣuqi bar!
Even now, lo! in the heavens, is my witness,
20 Ɵz dostlirim meni mazaⱪ ⱪilƣini bilǝn, Biraⱪ kɵzüm tehiqǝ Tǝngrigǝ yax tɵkmǝktǝ.
And, he that voucheth for me is on high. My friends are, they who scorn me, Unto GOD, hath mine eye shed tears: —
21 Aⱨ, insan balisi dosti üqün kelixtürgüqi bolƣandǝk, Tǝngri bilǝn adǝm otturisidimu kelixtürgüqi bolsidi!
That one might plead, for a man, with GOD, —Even a son of man, for his friend!
22 Qünki yǝnǝ birnǝqqǝ yil ɵtüxi bilǝnla, Mǝn barsa ⱪaytmas yolda mengip ⱪalimǝn.
When, a few years, come, then, by a path by which I shall not return, shall I depart.