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 people much younger than me laugh at me; people whose fathers I would not put to work with my sheepdogs.
2 Ularning maƣduri kǝtkǝndin keyin, Ⱪolidiki küq manga nemǝ payda yǝtküzǝlisun?
They are too weak to be any use to me; they're all worn-out.
3 Yoⱪsuzluⱪ ⱨǝm aqliⱪtin yiglǝp kǝtkǝn, Ular uzundin buyan qɵldǝrǝp kǝtkǝn dǝxt-bayawanda ⱪuruⱪ yǝrni ƣajaydu.
Thin through hunger and want, they try to eat the dry ground in the dark, desolate wilderness.
4 Ular ǝmǝn-xiwaⱪni qatⱪallar arisidin yulidu, Xumbuyining yiltizlirinimu terip ɵzlirigǝ nan ⱪilidu.
There they pick desert herbs and the leaves of bushes, and eat the roots of broom trees.
5 Ular ǝl-yurtlardin ⱨǝydiwetilgǝn bolidu, Kixilǝr ularni kɵrüpla oƣrini kɵrgǝndǝk warⱪirap tillaydu.
They were driven out of the community.
6 Xuning bilǝn ular sürlük jilƣilarda ⱪonup, Taxlar arisida, ƣarlar iqidǝ yaxaxⱪa mǝjbur bolidu.
People shouted after them as if they were thieves. They have to live in dangerous ravines, in caves and among the rocks.
7 Qatⱪalliⱪ arisida ular ⱨangrap ketidu, Tikǝnlǝr astida ular dügdiyip olturixidu;
They shout out like animals among the bushes; they huddle together in the weeds for shelter.
8 Nadanlarning, nam-abruyisizlarning baliliri, Ular zemindin sürtoⱪay ⱨǝydiwetilgǝn.
They are foolish, nameless people that have been driven from the land.
9 Mǝn ⱨazir bolsam bularning ⱨǝjwiy nahxisi, Ⱨǝtta sɵz-qɵqikining dǝstiki bolup ⱪaldim!
Yet now they mock me in their songs; I have become a joke to them!
10 Ular mǝndin nǝprǝtlinip, Mǝndin yiraⱪ turup, Yüzümgǝ tükürüxtinmu yanmaydu.
They despise and shun me; they don't hesitate to spit in my face.
11 Qünki [Huda] mening ⱨayat rixtimni üzüp, meni japaƣa qɵmdürgǝn, Xuning bilǝn xu adǝmlǝr aldimda tizginlirini eliwǝtkǝn.
God has made my bowstring loose and humbled me.
12 Ong yenimda bir top qüprǝndǝ yaxlar ornidin turup, Ular putumni turƣan yeridin ittiriwǝtmǝkqi, Ular sepilimƣa ⱨujum pǝlǝmpǝylirini kɵtürüp turidu;
The rabble rise up against me, they send me running; like a city under siege they devise ways to destroy me.
13 Ular yolumni buzuwetidu, Ularning ⱨeq yɵlǝnqüki bolmisimu, Ⱨalakitimni ilgiri sürmǝktǝ.
They cut off my way of escape; they bring about my downfall and do this without anyone's help.
14 Ular sepilning kǝng bɵsük jayidin bɵsüp kirgǝndǝk kirixidu; Wǝyranilikimdin paydilinip qong taxlardǝk domilap kirixidu.
They come in through a wide breach; they rush in as the wall comes tumbling down.
15 Wǝⱨimilǝr burulup meni ɵz nixani ⱪilƣan; Xuning bilǝn ⱨɵrmitim xamal ɵtüp yoⱪ bolƣandǝk ⱨǝydiwetildi, Awatqiliⱪimmu bulut ɵtüp kǝtkǝndǝk ɵtüp kǝtti.
Terrors overcome me; my honor is blown away by the wind; my salvation vanishes like a cloud.
16 Ⱨazir bolsa jenim ⱪaqidin tɵkülüp kǝtkǝndǝk; Azabliⱪ künlǝr meni tutuwaldi.
And now my life is ebbing away; every day despair grips me.
17 Keqilǝr bolsa, manga sɵngǝklirimgiqǝ sanjimaⱪta; Aƣriⱪlirim meni qixlǝp dǝm almaydu.
At night my bones are in agony; the pain gnaws at me and never stops.
18 [Aƣriⱪlar] zor küqi bilǝn manga kiyim-keqikimdǝk boldi; Ular kɵnglikimning yaⱪisidǝk manga qaplixiwaldi.
God grabs me roughly by my clothes; he pulls me by the collar of my shirt.
19 Huda meni sazliⱪⱪa taxliwǝtkǝn, Mǝn topa-qangƣa wǝ külgǝ ohxax bolup ⱪaldim.
He has thrown me in the mud; he has humbled me like dust and ashes.
20 Mǝn Sanga nalǝ-pǝryad kɵtürmǝktimǝn, Biraⱪ Sǝn manga jawab bǝrmǝysǝn; Mǝn ornumdin tursam, Sǝn pǝⱪǝtla manga ⱪarapla ⱪoyisǝn.
God, I cry to you but you don't answer; I stand before you, but you don't even notice me.
21 Sǝn ɵzgirip manga bir zalim boldung; Ⱪolungning küqi bilǝn manga zǝrbǝ ⱪiliwatisǝn;
You have turned cruel to me; you use your power to make me suffer.
22 Sǝn meni kɵtürüp Xamalƣa mindürgǝnsǝn; Boran-qapⱪunda tǝǝlluⱪatimni yoⱪ ⱪiliwǝtkǝnsǝn.
You pick me up and blow me along in the wind; tossing me about in the whirlwind.
23 Qünki Sǝn meni ahirida ɵlümgǝ, Yǝni barliⱪ ⱨayat igilirining «yiƣilix ɵyi»gǝ kǝltürüwatisǝn.
I know you're taking me to my death, to the place where all the living go.
24 U ⱨalak ⱪilƣan waⱪtida kixilǝr nalǝ-pǝryad kɵtürsimu, U ⱪolini uzatⱪanda, duaning dǝrwǝⱪǝ ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ nǝtijisi yoⱪ;
Who would want to kick a man when he is down, when they cry for help in their time of trouble?
25 Mǝn künliri tǝs kixi üqün yiƣlap [dua ⱪilƣan] ǝmǝsmu? Namratlar üqün jenim azablanmidimu?
Didn't I weep for those having hard times? Didn't I grieve at what the poor suffered?
26 Mǝn ɵzüm yahxiliⱪ kütüp yürginim bilǝn, yamanliⱪ kelip ⱪaldi; Nur kütkinim bilǝn, ⱪarangƣuluⱪ kǝldi.
But when I looked for good, only evil came, and when I waited for the light, all that came was darkness.
27 Iqim ⱪazandǝk ⱪaynap, aramliⱪ tapmaywatidu; Azabliⱪ künlǝr manga yüzlǝndi.
Inside I am in turmoil, it never stops; I face days of despair.
28 Mǝn ⱪuyax nurini kɵrmǝymu ⱪaridap yürmǝktimǝn; Halayiⱪ arisida mǝn ornumdin turup, nalǝ-pǝryad kɵtürimǝn.
I am so depressed; seeing the sun doesn't help. I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
29 Mǝn qilbɵrilǝrgǝ ⱪerindax bolup ⱪaldim, Ⱨuwⱪuxlarning ⱨǝmraⱨi boldum.
I am like a brother to the jackals, a companion to owls.
30 Terǝm ⱪariyip mǝndin ajrap ketiwatidu, Sɵngǝklirim ⱪiziⱪtin kɵyüp ketiwatidu.
My skin turns black on me; and my bones burn within me.
31 Qiltarimdin matǝm mǝrsiyǝsi qiⱪidu, Neyimning awazi ⱨaza tutⱪuqilarning yiƣisiƣa aylinip ⱪaldi».
My lyre only plays sad songs, and my pipe is the voice of those who weep.
