Ayup 27
1 Ayup bayanini dawamlaxturup mundaⱪ dedi: —
And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: —
2 «Mening ⱨǝⱪⱪimni tartiwalƣan Tǝngrining ⱨayati bilǝn, Jenimni aƣritⱪan Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadirning ⱨǝⱪⱪi bilǝn ⱪǝsǝm ⱪilimǝnki,
God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty — He made my soul bitter.
3 Tenimdǝ nǝpǝs bolsila, Tǝngrining bǝrgǝn Roⱨi dimiƣimda tursila,
For all the while my breath [is] in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils.
4 Lǝwlirimdin ⱨǝⱪⱪaniysiz sɵzlǝr qiⱪmaydu, Tilim aldamqiliⱪ bilǝn ⱨeq xiwirlimaydu!
My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue doth not utter deceit.
5 Silǝrningkini toƣra deyix mǝndin yiraⱪ tursun! Jenim qiⱪⱪanƣa ⱪǝdǝr durusluⱪumni ɵzümdin ayrimaymǝn!
Pollution to me — if I justify you, Till I expire I turn not aside mine integrity from me.
6 Adilliⱪimni qing tutuwerimǝn, uni ⱪoyup bǝrmǝymǝn, Wijdanim yaxiƣan ⱨeqbir künümdǝ meni ǝyiblimisun!
On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live.
7 Mening düxminim rǝzillǝrgǝ ohxax bolsun, Manga ⱪarxi qiⱪⱪanlar ⱨǝⱪⱪaniysiz dǝp ⱪaralsun.
As the wicked is my enemy, And my withstander as the perverse.
8 Qünki Tǝngri iplas adǝmni üzüp taxliƣanda, Uning jenini alƣanda, Uning yǝnǝ nemǝ ümidi ⱪalar?
For what [is] the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?
9 Balayi’apǝt uni besip qüxkǝndǝ, Tǝngri uning nalǝ-pǝryadini anglamdu?
His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?
10 U Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadirdin sɵyünǝmdu? U ⱨǝrdaim Tǝngrigǝ iltija ⱪilalamdu?
On the Mighty doth he delight himself? Call God at all times?
11 Mǝn Tǝngrining ⱪolining ⱪilƣanliri toƣrisida silǝrgǝ mǝlumat berǝy; Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadirda nemǝ barliⱪini yoxurup yürmǝymǝn.
I shew you by the hand of God, That which [is] with the Mighty I hide not.
12 Mana silǝr alliburun bularni kɵrüp qiⱪtinglar; Silǝr nemixⱪa axundaⱪ pütünlǝy ⱪuruⱪ hiyalliⱪ bolup ⱪaldinglar?
Lo, ye — all of you — have seen, And why [is] this — ye are altogether vain?
13 Rǝzil adǝmlǝrning Tǝngri bekitkǝn aⱪiwiti xundaⱪki, Zorawanlarning Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadirdin alidiƣan nesiwisi xundaⱪki: —
This [is] the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones From the Mighty they receive.
14 Uning baliliri kɵpǝysǝ, ⱪiliqlinix üqünla kɵpiyidu; Uning pǝrzǝntlirining neni yetixmǝydu.
If his sons multiply — for them [is] a sword. And his offspring [are] not satisfied [with] bread.
15 Uning ɵzidin keyin ⱪalƣan adǝmliri ɵlüm bilǝn biwasitǝ dǝpnǝ ⱪilinidu, Buning bilǝn ⱪalƣan tul hotunliri matǝm tutmaydu.
His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep.
16 U kümüxlǝrni topa-qangdǝk yiƣip dɵwilisimu, Kiyim-keqǝklǝrni laydǝk kɵp yiƣsimu,
If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing,
17 Bularning ⱨǝmmisini tǝyyarlisimu, Biraⱪ kiyimlǝrni ⱨǝⱪⱪaniylar kiyidu; Bigunaⱨlarmu kümüxlǝrni bɵlüxidu.
He prepareth — and the righteous putteth [it] on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion.
18 Uning yasiƣan ɵyi pǝrwanining ƣozisidǝk, Üzümzarning kɵzǝtqisi ɵzigǝ salƣan kǝpidǝk box bolidu.
He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.
19 U bay bolup yetip dǝm alƣini bilǝn, Biraⱪ ǝng ahirⱪi ⱪetim keliduki, Kɵzini aqⱪanda, ǝmdi tügǝxtim dǝydu.
Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.
20 Wǝⱨimilǝr kǝlkündǝk bexiƣa kelidu; Kǝqtǝ ⱪara ⱪuyun uni qanggiliƣa alidu.
Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.
21 Xǝrⱪ xamili uni uqurup ketidu; Xiddǝt bilǝn uni ornidin elip yiraⱪⱪa etip taxlaydu.
Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place,
22 Boran uni ⱨeq ayimay, bexiƣa urulidu; U uning qanggilidin ⱪutulux üqün ⱨǝ dǝp urunidu;
And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.
23 Biraⱪ [xamal] uningƣa ⱪarap qawak qalidu, Uni ornidin «ux-ux» ⱪilip ⱪoƣliwetidu».
It clappeth at him its hands, And it hisseth at him from his place.
