< Ayup 27 >

1 Ayup bayanini dawamlaxturup mundaⱪ dedi: —
Job continued his discourse:
2 «Mening ⱨǝⱪⱪimni tartiwalƣan Tǝngrining ⱨayati bilǝn, Jenimni aƣritⱪan Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadirning ⱨǝⱪⱪi bilǝn ⱪǝsǝm ⱪilimǝnki,
“As surely as God lives, who has deprived me of justice— the Almighty, who has embittered my soul—
3 Tenimdǝ nǝpǝs bolsila, Tǝngrining bǝrgǝn Roⱨi dimiƣimda tursila,
as long as my breath is still within me and the breath of God remains in my nostrils,
4 Lǝwlirimdin ⱨǝⱪⱪaniysiz sɵzlǝr qiⱪmaydu, Tilim aldamqiliⱪ bilǝn ⱨeq xiwirlimaydu!
my lips will not speak wickedness, and my tongue will not utter deceit.
5 Silǝrningkini toƣra deyix mǝndin yiraⱪ tursun! Jenim qiⱪⱪanƣa ⱪǝdǝr durusluⱪumni ɵzümdin ayrimaymǝn!
I will never say that you are right; I will maintain my integrity until I die.
6 Adilliⱪimni qing tutuwerimǝn, uni ⱪoyup bǝrmǝymǝn, Wijdanim yaxiƣan ⱨeqbir künümdǝ meni ǝyiblimisun!
I will cling to my righteousness and never let go. As long as I live, my conscience will not accuse me.
7 Mening düxminim rǝzillǝrgǝ ohxax bolsun, Manga ⱪarxi qiⱪⱪanlar ⱨǝⱪⱪaniysiz dǝp ⱪaralsun.
May my enemy be like the wicked and my opponent like the unjust.
8 Qünki Tǝngri iplas adǝmni üzüp taxliƣanda, Uning jenini alƣanda, Uning yǝnǝ nemǝ ümidi ⱪalar?
For what is the hope of the godless when he is cut off, when God takes away his life?
9 Balayi’apǝt uni besip qüxkǝndǝ, Tǝngri uning nalǝ-pǝryadini anglamdu?
Will God hear his cry when distress comes upon him?
10 U Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadirdin sɵyünǝmdu? U ⱨǝrdaim Tǝngrigǝ iltija ⱪilalamdu?
Will he delight in the Almighty? Will he call upon God at all times?
11 Mǝn Tǝngrining ⱪolining ⱪilƣanliri toƣrisida silǝrgǝ mǝlumat berǝy; Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadirda nemǝ barliⱪini yoxurup yürmǝymǝn.
I will instruct you in the power of God. I will not conceal the ways of the Almighty.
12 Mana silǝr alliburun bularni kɵrüp qiⱪtinglar; Silǝr nemixⱪa axundaⱪ pütünlǝy ⱪuruⱪ hiyalliⱪ bolup ⱪaldinglar?
Surely all of you have seen it for yourselves. Why then do you keep up this empty talk?
13 Rǝzil adǝmlǝrning Tǝngri bekitkǝn aⱪiwiti xundaⱪki, Zorawanlarning Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadirdin alidiƣan nesiwisi xundaⱪki: —
This is the wicked man’s portion from God— the heritage the ruthless receive from the Almighty.
14 Uning baliliri kɵpǝysǝ, ⱪiliqlinix üqünla kɵpiyidu; Uning pǝrzǝntlirining neni yetixmǝydu.
Though his sons are many, they are destined for the sword; and his offspring will never have enough food.
15 Uning ɵzidin keyin ⱪalƣan adǝmliri ɵlüm bilǝn biwasitǝ dǝpnǝ ⱪilinidu, Buning bilǝn ⱪalƣan tul hotunliri matǝm tutmaydu.
His survivors will be buried by the plague, and their widows will not weep for them.
16 U kümüxlǝrni topa-qangdǝk yiƣip dɵwilisimu, Kiyim-keqǝklǝrni laydǝk kɵp yiƣsimu,
Though he heaps up silver like dust and piles up a wardrobe like clay,
17 Bularning ⱨǝmmisini tǝyyarlisimu, Biraⱪ kiyimlǝrni ⱨǝⱪⱪaniylar kiyidu; Bigunaⱨlarmu kümüxlǝrni bɵlüxidu.
what he lays up, the righteous will wear, and his silver will be divided by the innocent.
18 Uning yasiƣan ɵyi pǝrwanining ƣozisidǝk, Üzümzarning kɵzǝtqisi ɵzigǝ salƣan kǝpidǝk box bolidu.
The house he built is like a moth’s cocoon, like a hut set up by a watchman.
19 U bay bolup yetip dǝm alƣini bilǝn, Biraⱪ ǝng ahirⱪi ⱪetim keliduki, Kɵzini aqⱪanda, ǝmdi tügǝxtim dǝydu.
He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more; when he opens his eyes, all is gone.
20 Wǝⱨimilǝr kǝlkündǝk bexiƣa kelidu; Kǝqtǝ ⱪara ⱪuyun uni qanggiliƣa alidu.
Terrors overtake him like a flood; a tempest sweeps him away in the night.
21 Xǝrⱪ xamili uni uqurup ketidu; Xiddǝt bilǝn uni ornidin elip yiraⱪⱪa etip taxlaydu.
The east wind carries him away, and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place.
22 Boran uni ⱨeq ayimay, bexiƣa urulidu; U uning qanggilidin ⱪutulux üqün ⱨǝ dǝp urunidu;
It hurls itself against him without mercy as he flees headlong from its power.
23 Biraⱪ [xamal] uningƣa ⱪarap qawak qalidu, Uni ornidin «ux-ux» ⱪilip ⱪoƣliwetidu».
It claps its hands at him and hisses him out of his place.

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