Ayup 29
1 Ayup bayanini dawamlaxturup mundaⱪ dedi: —
And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: —
2 «Aⱨ, ǝⱨwalim ilgiriki aylardikidǝk bolsidi, Tǝngri mǝndin hǝwǝr alƣan künlǝrdikidǝk bolsidi!
Who doth make me as [in] months past, As [in] the days of God's preserving me?
3 U qaƣda Uning qiriƣi beximƣa nur qaqⱪan, Uning yoruⱪluⱪi bilǝn ⱪarangƣuluⱪtin ɵtüp kǝtkǝn bolattim!
In His causing His lamp to shine on my head, By His light I walk [through] darkness.
4 Bu ixlar mǝn ⱪiran waⱪtimda, Yǝni Tǝngri qedirimda manga sirdax [dost] bolƣan waⱪitta bolƣanidi!
As I have been in days of my maturity, And the counsel of God upon my tent.
5 Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadir mǝn bilǝn billǝ bolƣan, Mening yax balilirim ǝtrapimda bolƣan;
When yet the Mighty One [is] with me. Round about me — my young ones,
6 Mening basⱪan ⱪǝdǝmlirim seriⱪ mayƣa qɵmülgǝn; Yenimdiki tax mǝn üqün zǝytun may dǝryasi bolup aⱪⱪan;
When washing my goings with butter, And the firm rock [is] with me rivulets of oil.
7 Xǝⱨǝr dǝrwazisiƣa qiⱪⱪan waⱪtimda, Kǝng mǝydanda ornum tǝyyarlanƣanda,
When I go out to the gate by the city, In a broad place I prepare my seat.
8 Yaxlar meni kɵrüpla ǝyminip ɵzlirini qǝtkǝ alatti, Ⱪerilar bolsa ornidin turatti,
Seen me have youths, and they, been hidden, And the aged have risen — they stood up.
9 Xaⱨzadilǝrmu gǝptin tohtap, Ⱪoli bilǝn aƣzini etiwalatti.
Princes have kept in words, And a hand they place on their mouth.
10 Aⱪsɵngǝklǝrmu tinqlinip, Tilini tangliyiƣa qapliwalatti.
The voice of leaders hath been hidden, And their tongue to the palate hath cleaved.
11 Ⱪulaⱪ sɵzümni anglisila, manga bǝht tilǝytti, Kɵz meni kɵrsila manga yahxi guwaⱨliⱪ berǝtti.
For the ear heard, and declareth me happy, And the eye hath seen, and testifieth [to] me.
12 Qünki mǝn manga ⱨimayǝ bol dǝp yelinƣan ezilgüqilǝrni, Panaⱨsiz ⱪalƣan yetim-yesirlarnimu ⱪutⱪuzup turattim.
For I deliver the afflicted who is crying, And the fatherless who hath no helper.
13 Ⱨalak bolay degǝn kixi manga bǝht tilǝytti; Mǝn tul hotunning kɵnglini xadlandurup nahxa yangratⱪuzattim.
The blessing of the perishing cometh on me, And the heart of the widow I cause to sing.
14 Mǝn ⱨǝⱪⱪaniyliⱪni ton ⱪilip kiyiwaldim, U meni ɵz gǝwdisi ⱪildi. Adalǝtlikim manga yepinqa ⱨǝm sǝllǝ bolƣan.
Righteousness I have put on, and it clotheth me, As a robe and a diadem my justice.
15 Mǝn korƣa kɵz bolattim, Tokurƣa put bolattim.
Eyes I have been to the blind, And feet to the lame [am] I.
16 Yoⱪsullarƣa ata bolattim, Manga natonux kixining dǝwasinimu tǝkxürüp qiⱪattim.
A father I [am] to the needy, And the cause I have not known I search out.
17 Mǝn adalǝtsizning ⱨinggayƣan qixlirini qeⱪip taxlayttim, Oljisini qixliridin elip ketǝttim.
And I break the jaw-teeth of the perverse, And from his teeth I cast away prey.
18 Ⱨǝm: «Mening künlirim ⱪumdǝk kɵp bolup, Ɵz uwamda raⱨǝt iqidǝ ɵlimǝn» dǝyttim;
And I say, 'With my nest I expire, And as the sand I multiply days.'
19 Ⱨǝm: «Yiltizim sularƣiqǝ tartilip baridu, Xǝbnǝm pütün keqiqǝ xehimƣa qaplixip yatidu;
My root is open unto the waters, And dew doth lodge on my branch.
20 Xɵⱨritim ⱨǝrdaim mǝndǝ yengilinip turidu, Ⱪolumdiki oⱪyayim ⱨǝrdaim yengi bolup turidu» dǝyttim.
My honour [is] fresh with me, And my bow in my hand is renewed.
21 Adǝmlǝr manga ⱪulaⱪ salatti, kütüp turatti; Nǝsiⱨǝtlirini anglay dǝp süküt iqidǝ turatti.
To me they have hearkened, Yea, they wait, and are silent for my counsel.
22 Mǝn gǝp ⱪilƣandin keyin ular ⱪayta gǝp ⱪilmaytti, Sɵzlirim ularning üstigǝ xǝbnǝm bolup qüxǝtti.
After my word they change not, And on them doth my speech drop,
23 Ular yamƣurlarni kütkǝndǝk meni kütǝtti, Kixilǝr [waⱪtida yaƣⱪan] «keyinki yamƣur»ni ⱪarxi alƣandǝk sɵzlirimni aƣzini eqip iqǝtti!
And they wait as [for] rain for me, And their mouth they have opened wide [As] for the latter rain.
24 Ümidsizlǝnginidǝ mǝn ularƣa ⱪarap külümsirǝyttim, Yüzümdiki nurni ular yǝrgǝ qüxurmǝytti.
I laugh unto them — they give no credence, And the light of my face cause not to fall.
25 Mǝn ularƣa yolini tallap kɵrsitip berǝttim, Ularning arisida kattiwax bolup olturattim, Ⱪoxunliri arisida turƣan padixaⱨdǝk yaxayttim, Biraⱪ buning bilǝn matǝm tutidiƣanlarƣa tǝsǝlli yǝtküzgüqimu bolattim».
I choose their way, and sit head, And I dwell as a king in a troop, When mourners he doth comfort.
