Job 17
1 My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is [ready] for me.
Mening roⱨim sunuⱪ, Künlirim tügǝy dǝydu, Gɵrlǝr meni kütmǝktǝ.
2 Surely there are mockers with me, and mine eye abideth in their provocation.
Ətrapimda aldamqi mazaⱪ ⱪilƣuqilar bar ǝmǝsmu? Kɵzümning ularning eqitⱪuluⱪiƣa tikilip turuxtin baxⱪa amali yoⱪtur.
3 Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself; who is there that will strike hands with me?
Aⱨ, jenim üqün Ɵzüng haliƣan kapalǝtni elip Ɵzüngning aldida manga borun bolƣaysǝn; Sǝndin baxⱪa kim meni ⱪollap borun bolsun?
4 For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt [them].
Qünki Sǝn [dostlirimning] kɵnglini yoruⱪluⱪtin ⱪaldurƣansǝn; Xunga Sǝn ularni ƣǝlibidinmu mǝⱨrum ⱪilisǝn!
5 He that denounceth his friends for a prey, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
Ƣǝniymǝt alay dǝp dostliriƣa pǝxwa atⱪan kixining bolsa, Ⱨǝtta balilirining kɵzlirimu kor bolidu.
6 He hath made me also a byword of the people; and I am become an open abhorring.
U meni ǝl-yurtlarning aldida sɵz-qɵqǝkkǝ ⱪoydi; Mǝn kixilǝr yüzümgǝ tüküridiƣan adǝm bolup ⱪaldim.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
Dǝrd-ǝlǝmdin kɵzüm torlixip kǝtti, Barliⱪ ǝzalirim kɵlǝnggidǝk bolup ⱪaldi.
8 Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the godless.
Bu ixlarni kɵrüp duruslar ⱨǝyranuⱨǝs bolidu; Bigunaⱨlar iplaslarƣa ⱪarxi turuxⱪa ⱪozƣilidu.
9 Yet shall the righteous hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall wax stronger and stronger.
Biraⱪ ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy adǝm ɵz yolida qing turidu, Ⱪoli pak yüridiƣan adǝmning küqi tohtawsiz ulƣiyidu.
10 But return ye, all of you, and come now: and I shall not find a wise man among you.
Əmdi ⱪeni, ⱨǝmminglar, yǝnǝ kelinglar; Aranglardin birmu dana adǝm tapalmaymǝn.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the droughts of my heart.
Künlirim ahirlixay dǝp ⱪaptu, Muddialirim, kɵnglümdiki intizarlar üzüldi.
12 They change the night into a day: the fight, [say they], is near unto the darkness.
Bu adǝmlǝr keqini kündüzgǝ aylandurmaⱪqi; Ular ⱪarangƣuluⱪⱪa ⱪarap: «Nur yeⱪinlixiwatidu» deyixiwatidu.
Əgǝr kütsǝm, ɵyüm tǝⱨtisara bolidu; Mǝn ⱪarangƣuluⱪⱪa ornumni raslaymǝn. (Sheol h7585)
14 If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; to the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister;
«Qirip ketixni: «Sǝn mening atam!», Ⱪurtlarni: «Apa! Aqa!» dǝp qaⱪirimǝn!
15 Where then is my hope? and as for my hope, who shall see it?
Undaⱪta ümidim nǝdǝ? Xundaⱪ, ümidimni kim kɵrǝlisun?
