Job 5
1 Call, I pray thee—is there one to answer thee? Or, to which of the holy ones, wilt thou turn?
Ⱪeni, iltija ⱪilip baⱪ, sanga jawab ⱪilƣuqi barmikin? Muⱪǝddǝslǝrning ⱪaysisidin panaⱨ tilǝysǝn?
2 For, to the foolish man, death is caused by vexation, and, the simple one, is slain by jealousy.
Qünki ǝhmǝⱪning aqqiⱪi ɵzini ɵltüridu, Ⱪǝⱨri nadanning jeniƣa zamin bolidu.
3 I, have seen the foolish taking root, and then hath his home decayed, in a moment:
Mǝn ɵz kɵzüm bilǝn ǝhmǝⱪning yiltiz tartⱪanliⱪini kɵrgǝnmǝn; Lekin xu ⱨaman uning makanini «Lǝnǝtkǝ uqraydu!» dǝp bildim,
4 His children are far removed from safety, and they are crushed in the gate, and there is none to deliver:
Uning baliliri amanliⱪtin yiraⱪtur; Ular xǝⱨǝr dǝrwazisida sot ⱪilinƣanda basturuldi; Ularƣa ⱨeqkim ⱨimayiqi bolmaydu.
5 Whose harvest, the hungry, eateth up, and, even out of thorn hedges, he taketh it, and the snare gapeth for their substance.
Uning ⱨosulini aqlar yǝp tügitidu; Ular ⱨǝtta tikǝn arisida ⱪalƣanlirinimu elip tügitidu; Ⱪiltaⱪqimu uning mal-mülüklirini yutuwelixⱪa tǝyyar turidu.
6 For sorrow, cometh not forth out of the dust, —nor, out of the ground, sprouteth trouble.
Qünki awariqilik ǝzǝldin topidin ünüp qiⱪmaydu, Külpǝtmu yǝrdin ɵsüp qiⱪⱪanmu ǝmǝs.
7 Though, man, to trouble, were born, as, sparks, on high, do soar,
Biraⱪ uqⱪun yuⱪiriƣa uqidiƣandǝk, Insan külpǝt tartixⱪa tuƣulƣandur.
8 Yet indeed, I, would seek unto El, and, unto Elohim, would I set forth any cause: —
Ornungda mǝn bolsam, Tǝngriƣila murajiǝt ⱪilattim, Mǝn iximni Hudayimƣila tapxuriwetǝttim.
9 Who doeth great things, beyond all search, —Wondrous things, till they cannot be recounted;
U ⱨesabsiz karamǝtlǝrni, San-sanaⱪsiz mɵjizilǝrni yaritidu.
10 Who giveth rain, upon the face of the earth, and sendeth forth waters, over the face of the open fields;
U yǝrgǝ yamƣur tǝⱪdim ⱪilidu; U dala üstigǝ su ǝwǝtip beridu.
11 Setting the lowly on high, and, mourners, are uplifted to safety;
U pǝs orunda turidiƣanlarning mǝrtiwisini üstün ⱪilidu; Matǝm tutⱪanlar amanliⱪⱪa kɵtürülidu.
12 Who doth frustrate the schemes of the crafty, that their hands cannot achieve abiding success;
U ⱨiyligǝrlǝrning niyǝtlirini bikar ⱪiliwetidu, Nǝtijidǝ ular ixini püttürǝlmǝydu.
13 Who captureth the wise in their own craftiness, yea the headlong counsel of the crooked:
U mǝkkarlarni ɵz ⱨiyligǝrlikidin tuzaⱪⱪa alidu; Əgrilǝrning nǝyrǝngliri eⱪitip ketilidu.
14 By day, they encounter darkness, and, as though it were night, they grope at high noon.
Kündüzdǝ ular ⱪarangƣuluⱪⱪa uqraydu; Qüxtǝ tün keqidǝk silaxturup mangidu.
15 But he saveth from the sword, out of their mouth, and, out of the hand of the strong, the needy.
Biraⱪ u miskinlǝrni mǝkkarlarning ⱪiliqi wǝ aƣzidin ⱪutⱪuzidu, Ularni küqlüklǝrning qanggilidin ⱪudrǝtlik ⱪoli bilǝn ⱪutⱪuzidu.
16 Thus to the poor hath come hope, and, perversity, hath shut her mouth.
Xunga, ajizlar üqün ümid tuƣulidu, Ⱪǝbiⱨlik aƣzini yumidu.
17 Lo! how happy is the man whom God correcteth! Therefore, the chastening of the Almighty, do not thou refuse;
Ⱪara, Tǝngri ibrǝt bǝrgǝn adǝm bǝhtliktur, Xunga, Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadirning tǝrbiyisigǝ sǝl ⱪarima jumu!
18 For, he, woundeth that he may bind up, He smiteth through, that, his own hands, may heal.
Qünki U adǝmni yarilanduridu, andin yarini tangidu; U sanjiydu, biraⱪ Uning ⱪolliri yǝnǝ saⱪaytidu.
19 In six troubles, he will rescue thee, and, in seven, there shall smite thee no misfortune:
U seni altǝ ⱪiyinqiliⱪtin ⱪutⱪuzidu; Ⱨǝtta yǝttǝ külpǝttǝ ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ yamanliⱪ sanga tǝgmǝydu.
20 In famine, he will ransom thee from death, and in battle from the power of the sword;
Aqarqiliⱪta U sening ülüminggǝ, Uruxta U sanga urulƣan ⱪiliq zǝrbisigǝ nijatkar bolidu.
21 During the scourge of the tongue, shalt thou be hid, neither shalt thou be afraid of destruction when it cometh;
Sǝn zǝⱨǝrlik tillarning zǝrbisidimu baxpanaⱨliⱪ iqigǝ yoxurunisǝn, Wǝyranqiliⱪ kǝlgǝndǝ uningdin ⱨeq ⱪorⱪmaydiƣan bolisǝn.
22 At destruction and at hunger, shalt thou laugh, and, of the wild beast of the earth, be not thou afraid;
Wǝyranqiliⱪ wǝ ⱪǝⱨǝtqilik aldida külüpla ⱪoyisǝn; Yǝr yüzidiki ⱨaywanlardinmu ⱨeq ⱪorⱪmaysǝn.
23 For, with the stones of the field, shall be thy covenant, and, the wild beast of the field, hath been made thy friend;
Sǝn daladiki taxlar bilǝn ǝⱨdidax bolisǝn; Yawayi ⱨaywanlarmu sǝn bilǝn inaⱪ ɵtidu.
24 And thou shalt know that, at peace, is thy tent, and shalt visit thy fold, and miss nothing;
Sǝn qediringning tinq-amanliⱪta bolidiƣanliⱪini bilip yetisǝn; Mal-mülküngni editlisǝng, ⱨǝmmǝ nemǝngning tǝl ikǝnlikini bayⱪaysǝn.
25 And thou shalt know, that numerous is thy seed, and, thine offspring, like the young shoots of the field.
Nǝsling kɵp bolidiƣanliⱪini, Pǝrzǝntliringning ot-qɵptǝk kɵp ikǝnlikini bilisǝn.
26 Thou shalt come, yet robust, to the grave, as a stack of sheaves mounteth up in its season.
Sǝn ɵz waⱪtidila yetilip yiƣilƣan bir baƣ buƣdaydǝk, Pǝⱪǝt waⱪit-saiting pixip yetilgǝndila yǝrlikinggǝ kirisǝn.
27 Lo! as for this, we have searched it out—so, it is, Hear it, and know, thou, for thyself.
Biz ɵzimiz buni tǝkxürüp kɵrgǝnmiz — ular ⱨǝⱪiⱪǝtǝn xundaⱪtur. Xunga ɵzüng anglap bil, bularni ɵzünggǝ tǝtbiⱪlap oylap baⱪ».
