Ayup 3
1 [Yǝttǝ kündin] keyin, Ayup eƣiz eqip [ǝⱨwaliƣa ⱪarita] ɵzining kɵrüwatⱪan künigǝ lǝnǝt oⱪup mundaⱪ dedi: —
After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day he was born.
He said,
3 «Mǝn tuƣulƣan axu kün bolmiƣan bolsa boptikǝn! «Oƣul bala apiridǝ boldi!» deyilgǝn xu keqǝ bolmiƣan bolsa boptikǝn!
“May the day on which I was born perish, the night that said, 'A boy has been conceived.'
4 Xu künni zulmǝt ⱪapliƣan bolsa boptikǝn! Ərxtǝ turƣan Tǝngri kɵz aldidin xu künni yoⱪitiwǝtkǝn bolsa boptikǝn, Ⱪuyax nuri uning üstigǝ qüxürülmisǝ boptikǝn!
May that day be dark; may not God from above call it to mind, neither may the sun shine on it.
5 Xu künni ⱪarangƣuluⱪ ⱨǝm ɵlümning kɵlǝnggisi ɵz ⱪoyniƣa alsa boptikǝn! Bulutlar uni yutup kǝtsǝ boptikǝn, Xu künni kün ⱪarangƣulatⱪuqilar ⱪorⱪitip kǝtküziwǝtkǝn bolsa boptikǝn!
May darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. May a cloud live over it; may everything that makes the day black truly terrify it.
6 Xu kǝqni — Zulmǝt tutup kǝtsǝ boptikǝn; Xu kün yil iqidiki [baxⱪa] künlǝr bilǝn billǝ xatlanmisa boptikǝn! Xu kün ayning bir küni bolup sanalmisa boptikǝn!
As for that night, may thick darkness seize it. May it not rejoice among the days of the year; may it not come into the number of the months.
7 Mana, xu keqidǝ tuƣut bolmisa boptikǝn! U keqidǝ ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ xad-huramliⱪ awaz yangrimisa boptikǝn!
See, may that night be barren; may no joyful voice come into it.
8 Künlǝrgǝ lǝnǝt ⱪilƣuqilar xu küngǝ lǝnǝt ⱪilsa boptikǝn! Lewiatanni ⱪozƣaxⱪa petinalaydiƣanlar xu küngǝ lǝnǝt ⱪilsa boptikǝn!
May they curse that day, those who know how to wake up Leviathan.
9 Xu kün tang sǝⱨǝrdiki yultuzlar ⱪarangƣulaxsa boptikǝn! U kün ⱪuyax nurini biⱨudǝ kütsǝ boptikǝn! Xu kün sübⱨining ⱪapaⱪlirining eqilixini biⱨudǝ kütsǝ boptikǝn!
May the stars of that day's dawn be dark. May that day look for light, but find none; neither may it see the eyelids of the dawn,
10 Qünki xu kün meni kɵtürgǝn baliyatⱪuning ixiklirini ǝtmigǝn, Mening kɵzlirimni dǝrd-ǝlǝmni kɵrǝlmǝs ⱪilmiƣan.
because it did not shut up the doors of my mother's womb, and because it did not hide trouble from my eyes.
11 Aⱨ, nemixⱪa anamning ⱪorsiⱪidin qüxüpla ɵlüp kǝtmigǝndimǝn?! Nemixⱪa ⱪorsaⱪtin qiⱪⱪandila nǝpǝstin ⱪalmiƣandimǝn?
Why did I not die when I came out from the womb? Why did I not give up my spirit when my mother bore me?
12 Nemixⱪa meni ⱪobul ⱪilidiƣan etǝklǝr bolƣandu? Nemixⱪa meni emitidiƣan ǝmqǝklǝr bolƣandu?
Why did her knees welcome me? Why did her breasts receive me so that I should suck?
13 Muxular bolmiƣan bolsa, undaⱪta mǝn mǝnggü tinq yetip ⱪalattim, Mǝnggülük uyⱪuƣa kǝtkǝn bolattim, xu qaƣda aram tapⱪan bolattim.
For now I would have been lying down quietly. I would have slept and been at rest
14 Xu qaƣda ɵzliri üqünla hilwǝt jaylarƣa mazar salƣan yǝr yüzidiki padixaⱨlar ⱨǝm mǝsliⱨǝtqilǝr bilǝn,
with kings and counselors of the earth, who built up tombs for themselves that are now in ruins.
15 Yaki altun yiƣⱪan, Ɵyliri kümüxkǝ tolƣan bǝg-xaⱨzadilǝr bilǝn bolattim;
Or I would have been lying with princes who once had gold, who had filled their houses with silver.
16 Ⱪorsaⱪtin mǝzgilsiz qüxüp kǝtkǝn yoxurun balidǝk, Nurni kɵrmǝy qaqrap kǝtkǝn balidǝk ⱨayat kǝqürmigǝn bolattim.
Or perhaps I would have been stillborn, like infants that never see the light.
17 Axu yǝrdǝ rǝzillǝr awariqiliktin haliy bolidu, Axu yǝrdǝ ⱨalidin kǝtkǝnlǝr aram tapidu;
There the wicked cease from trouble; there the weary are at rest.
18 Axu yǝrdǝ ǝsirlǝr raⱨǝttǝ jǝm bolidu, Ular ǝzgüqilǝrning awazini anglimaydu;
There the prisoners are at ease together; they do not hear the voice of the slave driver.
19 Ƣeriblarmu ⱨǝm uluƣlarmu axu yǝrdǝ turidu, Ⱪul bolsa hojayinidin azad bolidu.
Both small and great people are there; the servant is free from his master there.
20 Japa tartⱪuqiƣa nemǝ dǝp nur berilidu? Nemixⱪa dǝrd-ǝlǝmgǝ qɵmgǝnlǝrgǝ ⱨayat berilidu?
Why is light given to him who is in misery? Why is life given to the one who is bitter in soul,
21 Ular tǝxnaliⱪ bilǝn ɵlümni kütidu, Biraⱪ u kǝlmǝydu; Ular ɵlümni yoxurun gɵⱨǝrni kezip izdigǝndinmu ǝwzǝl bilidu,
to one who longs for death without it coming; to one who digs for death more than for hidden treasure?
22 Ular gɵrni tapⱪanda zor huxal bolup, Xad-huramliⱪⱪa qɵmidu.
Why is light given to one who rejoices very much and is glad when he finds the grave?
23 Ɵz yoli eniⱪsiz adǝmgǝ, Yǝni Tǝngrining tosiⱪi selinƣan adǝmgǝ nemixⱪa [nur wǝ ⱨayat] berilidu?
Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, a man whom God has hedged in?
24 Xunga tamiⱪimning orniƣa nalilirim kelidu; Mening ⱪattiⱪ pǝryadlirim xarⱪiratmidǝk xarⱪiraydu.
For my sighing happens instead of eating; my groaning is poured out like water.
25 Qünki mǝn dǝl ⱪorⱪⱪan wǝⱨxǝt ɵz beximƣa qüxti; Mǝn dǝl ⱪorⱪidiƣan ix manga kǝldi.
For the thing that I feared has come on me; what I was afraid of has come to me.
26 Mǝndǝ ⱨeq aramliⱪ yoⱪtur! Ⱨǝm ⱨeq hatirjǝm ǝmǝsmǝn! Ⱨeq tinq-amanliⱪim yoⱪtur! Biraⱪ parakǝndiqilik ⱨaman üstümgǝ qüxmǝktǝ!».
I am not at ease, I am not quiet, and I have no rest; trouble comes instead.”
