Ayup 30
1 — «Biraⱪ ⱨazir bolsa, yaxlar meni mazaⱪ ⱪilidu, Ularning dadilirini ⱨǝtta padamni baⱪidiƣan itlar bilǝn billǝ ixlǝxkǝ yol ⱪoyuxnimu yaman kɵrǝttim.
“But now they mock me, men younger than I am, whose fathers I would have refused to entrust with my sheep dogs.
2 Ularning maƣduri kǝtkǝndin keyin, Ⱪolidiki küq manga nemǝ payda yǝtküzǝlisun?
What use to me was the strength of their hands, since their vigor had left them?
3 Yoⱪsuzluⱪ ⱨǝm aqliⱪtin yiglǝp kǝtkǝn, Ular uzundin buyan qɵldǝrǝp kǝtkǝn dǝxt-bayawanda ⱪuruⱪ yǝrni ƣajaydu.
Gaunt from poverty and hunger, they gnawed the dry land, and the desolate wasteland by night.
4 Ular ǝmǝn-xiwaⱪni qatⱪallar arisidin yulidu, Xumbuyining yiltizlirinimu terip ɵzlirigǝ nan ⱪilidu.
They plucked mallow among the shrubs, and the roots of the broom tree were their food.
5 Ular ǝl-yurtlardin ⱨǝydiwetilgǝn bolidu, Kixilǝr ularni kɵrüpla oƣrini kɵrgǝndǝk warⱪirap tillaydu.
They were banished from among men, shouted down like thieves,
6 Xuning bilǝn ular sürlük jilƣilarda ⱪonup, Taxlar arisida, ƣarlar iqidǝ yaxaxⱪa mǝjbur bolidu.
so that they lived on the slopes of the wadis, among the rocks and in holes in the ground.
7 Qatⱪalliⱪ arisida ular ⱨangrap ketidu, Tikǝnlǝr astida ular dügdiyip olturixidu;
They cried out among the shrubs and huddled beneath the nettles.
8 Nadanlarning, nam-abruyisizlarning baliliri, Ular zemindin sürtoⱪay ⱨǝydiwetilgǝn.
A senseless and nameless brood, they were driven off the land.
9 Mǝn ⱨazir bolsam bularning ⱨǝjwiy nahxisi, Ⱨǝtta sɵz-qɵqikining dǝstiki bolup ⱪaldim!
And now they mock me in song; I have become a byword among them.
10 Ular mǝndin nǝprǝtlinip, Mǝndin yiraⱪ turup, Yüzümgǝ tükürüxtinmu yanmaydu.
They abhor me and keep far from me; they do not hesitate to spit in my face.
11 Qünki [Huda] mening ⱨayat rixtimni üzüp, meni japaƣa qɵmdürgǝn, Xuning bilǝn xu adǝmlǝr aldimda tizginlirini eliwǝtkǝn.
Because God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me, they have cast off restraint in my presence.
12 Ong yenimda bir top qüprǝndǝ yaxlar ornidin turup, Ular putumni turƣan yeridin ittiriwǝtmǝkqi, Ular sepilimƣa ⱨujum pǝlǝmpǝylirini kɵtürüp turidu;
The rabble arises at my right; they lay snares for my feet and build siege ramps against me.
13 Ular yolumni buzuwetidu, Ularning ⱨeq yɵlǝnqüki bolmisimu, Ⱨalakitimni ilgiri sürmǝktǝ.
They tear up my path; they profit from my destruction, with no one to restrain them.
14 Ular sepilning kǝng bɵsük jayidin bɵsüp kirgǝndǝk kirixidu; Wǝyranilikimdin paydilinip qong taxlardǝk domilap kirixidu.
They advance as through a wide breach; through the ruins they keep rolling in.
15 Wǝⱨimilǝr burulup meni ɵz nixani ⱪilƣan; Xuning bilǝn ⱨɵrmitim xamal ɵtüp yoⱪ bolƣandǝk ⱨǝydiwetildi, Awatqiliⱪimmu bulut ɵtüp kǝtkǝndǝk ɵtüp kǝtti.
Terrors are turned loose against me; they drive away my dignity as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed like a cloud.
16 Ⱨazir bolsa jenim ⱪaqidin tɵkülüp kǝtkǝndǝk; Azabliⱪ künlǝr meni tutuwaldi.
And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction grip me.
17 Keqilǝr bolsa, manga sɵngǝklirimgiqǝ sanjimaⱪta; Aƣriⱪlirim meni qixlǝp dǝm almaydu.
Night pierces my bones, and my gnawing pains never rest.
18 [Aƣriⱪlar] zor küqi bilǝn manga kiyim-keqikimdǝk boldi; Ular kɵnglikimning yaⱪisidǝk manga qaplixiwaldi.
With great force He grasps my garment; He seizes me by the collar of my tunic.
19 Huda meni sazliⱪⱪa taxliwǝtkǝn, Mǝn topa-qangƣa wǝ külgǝ ohxax bolup ⱪaldim.
He throws me into the mud, and I have become like dust and ashes.
20 Mǝn Sanga nalǝ-pǝryad kɵtürmǝktimǝn, Biraⱪ Sǝn manga jawab bǝrmǝysǝn; Mǝn ornumdin tursam, Sǝn pǝⱪǝtla manga ⱪarapla ⱪoyisǝn.
I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer; when I stand up, You merely look at me.
21 Sǝn ɵzgirip manga bir zalim boldung; Ⱪolungning küqi bilǝn manga zǝrbǝ ⱪiliwatisǝn;
You have ruthlessly turned on me; You oppose me with Your strong hand.
22 Sǝn meni kɵtürüp Xamalƣa mindürgǝnsǝn; Boran-qapⱪunda tǝǝlluⱪatimni yoⱪ ⱪiliwǝtkǝnsǝn.
You snatch me up into the wind and drive me before it; You toss me about in the storm.
23 Qünki Sǝn meni ahirida ɵlümgǝ, Yǝni barliⱪ ⱨayat igilirining «yiƣilix ɵyi»gǝ kǝltürüwatisǝn.
Yes, I know that You will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living.
24 U ⱨalak ⱪilƣan waⱪtida kixilǝr nalǝ-pǝryad kɵtürsimu, U ⱪolini uzatⱪanda, duaning dǝrwǝⱪǝ ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ nǝtijisi yoⱪ;
Yet no one stretches out his hand to a ruined man when he cries for help in his distress.
25 Mǝn künliri tǝs kixi üqün yiƣlap [dua ⱪilƣan] ǝmǝsmu? Namratlar üqün jenim azablanmidimu?
Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has my soul not grieved for the needy?
26 Mǝn ɵzüm yahxiliⱪ kütüp yürginim bilǝn, yamanliⱪ kelip ⱪaldi; Nur kütkinim bilǝn, ⱪarangƣuluⱪ kǝldi.
But when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, darkness fell.
27 Iqim ⱪazandǝk ⱪaynap, aramliⱪ tapmaywatidu; Azabliⱪ künlǝr manga yüzlǝndi.
I am churning within and cannot rest; days of affliction confront me.
28 Mǝn ⱪuyax nurini kɵrmǝymu ⱪaridap yürmǝktimǝn; Halayiⱪ arisida mǝn ornumdin turup, nalǝ-pǝryad kɵtürimǝn.
I go about blackened, but not by the sun. I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
29 Mǝn qilbɵrilǝrgǝ ⱪerindax bolup ⱪaldim, Ⱨuwⱪuxlarning ⱨǝmraⱨi boldum.
I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of ostriches.
30 Terǝm ⱪariyip mǝndin ajrap ketiwatidu, Sɵngǝklirim ⱪiziⱪtin kɵyüp ketiwatidu.
My skin grows black and peels, and my bones burn with fever.
31 Qiltarimdin matǝm mǝrsiyǝsi qiⱪidu, Neyimning awazi ⱨaza tutⱪuqilarning yiƣisiƣa aylinip ⱪaldi».
My harp is tuned to mourning and my flute to the sound of weeping.
