< Job 7 >

1 Is there not a warfare to a mortal, upon earth? And, as the days of a hireling, are not his days?
Insanƣa zeminda jǝwrǝ-japa qekidiƣan turmux bekitilgǝn ǝmǝsmu? Uning künliri bir mǝdikarningkigǝ ohxax ǝmǝsmu?
2 As, a bondman, panteth for the shadow, and as, a hireling, longeth for his wage,
Ⱪul kǝqⱪurunning sayisigǝ tǝxna bolƣandǝk, Mǝdikar ɵz ǝmgikining ⱨǝⱪⱪini kütkǝndǝk,
3 So, have I been made to inherit months of calamity, and, nights of weariness, have been appointed me.
Mana biⱨudǝ aylar manga bekitilgǝn, Ƣǝxlikkǝ tolƣan keqilǝr manga nesip ⱪilinƣan.
4 As soon as I lie down, I say, When shall I arise? yet he lengtheneth out the evening, and I am wearied with tossings until the breeze of twilight.
Mǝn yatⱪinimda: «Ⱪaqan ⱪoparmǝn?» dǝp oylaymǝn, Biraⱪ kǝq uzundin uzun bolidu, Tang atⱪuqǝ pütün bir keqǝ mǝn tolƣinip yatimǝn.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and a coating of dust, My skin, hath hardened, and then run afresh:
Ətlirim ⱪurtlar ⱨǝm topa-qanglar bilǝn ⱪaplandi, Terilirim yerilip, yiringlap kǝtti.
6 My days, are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they are spent, without hope.
Künlirim bapkarning mokisidinmu ittik ɵtidu, Ular ümidsizlik bilǝn ayaƣlixay dǝp ⱪaldi.
7 Remember thou, that, a wind, is my life, not again shall mine eye see blessing:
[Aⱨ Huda], mening jenim bir nǝpǝsla halas. Kɵzüm yahxiliⱪni ⱪaytidin kɵrmǝydiƣanliⱪi esingdǝ bolsun;
8 Nor shall see me—the eye that used to behold me, Thine eyes, are upon me, and I am not.
Meni Kɵrgüqining kɵzi ikkinqi ⱪetim manga ⱪarimaydu, Sǝn nǝziringni üstümgǝ qüxürginingdǝ, mǝn yoⱪalƣan bolimǝn.
9 A cloud faileth, and is gone, So, he that descendeth to hades, shall not come up: (Sheol h7585)
Bulut ƣayib bolup, ⱪayta kɵrünmigǝndǝk, Ohxaxla tǝⱨtisaraƣa qüxkǝn adǝm ⱪaytidin qiⱪmaydu. (Sheol h7585)
10 He shall not return again to his house, and his own place shall be acquainted with him no more.
U yǝnǝ ɵz ɵyigǝ ⱪaytmaydu, Ɵz yurti uni ⱪayta tonumaydu.
11 I also, cannot restrain my mouth, —I must speak, in the anguish of my spirit, I must find utterance, in the bitterness of my soul.
Xunga mǝn aƣzimni yummay, Roⱨimning dǝrd-ǝlimi bilǝn sɵz ⱪilay, Jenimning azabidin zarlaymǝn.
12 Am, I, a sea, or a sea-monster, —That thou shouldst set over me a watch?
Nemixⱪa Sǝn üstümdin kɵzǝt ⱪilisǝn? Mǝn [hǝtǝrlik] bir dengizmu-ya? Yaki dengizdiki bir ǝjdiⱨamumǝn?
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall help to carry my complaint,
Mǝn: «Aⱨ, yatⱪan ornum manga raⱨǝt beridu, Kɵrpǝm nalǝ-pǝryadimƣa dǝrman bolidu» — desǝm,
14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and, by visions, dost thou terrify me:
Əmdi Sǝn qüxlǝr bilǝn meni ⱪorⱪutiwatisǝn, Ƣayibanǝ alamǝtlǝr bilǝn manga wǝⱨimǝ salisǝn.
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, Death, rather than [these] my bones!
Xuning üqün boƣuluxumni, ɵlümni, Bu sɵngǝklirimgǝ ⱪarap olturuxtin artuⱪ bilimǝn.
16 I am wasted away, Not, to times age-abiding, can I live, Let me alone, for, a breath, are my days.
Mǝn ɵz jenimdin toydum; Mening mǝnggügǝ yaxiƣum yoⱪ, Meni mǝylimgǝ ⱪoyiwǝtkin, Mening künlirim biⱨudidur.
17 What is a mortal, that thou shouldst nurture him? Or that thou shouldst fix upon him thy mind?
Insan balisi nemidi? Sǝn nemixⱪa uni qong bilisǝn, Nemǝ dǝp uningƣa kɵngül berisǝn?
18 That thou shouldst inspect him morning by morning, moment by moment, shouldst test him?
Ⱨǝr ǝtigǝndǝ uni sürüxtürüp kelisǝn, Ⱨǝr nǝpǝs uni sinaysǝn!
19 How long wilt thou not look away from me? Wilt thou not let me alone, till I can swallow my spittle?
Ⱪaqanƣiqǝ meningdin nǝziringni almaysǝn, Manga ⱪaqanƣiqǝ aƣzimdiki seriⱪ suni yutuwalƣudǝk aram bǝrmǝysǝn?
20 I have sinned, What can I do for thee, thou watcher of men? Wherefore hast thou set me as thine object of attack, or have I become, unto thee, a burden?
Mǝn gunaⱨ ⱪilƣan bolsammu, i insaniyǝtni Kɵzǝtküqi, Sanga nemǝ ⱪiliptimǝn?! Mǝn Sanga yük bolup ⱪaldimmu? Buning bilǝn meni Ɵzünggǝ zǝrbǝ nixani ⱪilƣansǝnmu?
21 And why wilt thou not remove my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For, now, in the dust, should I lie down, and thou shouldst seek me diligently, and I should not be.
Sǝn nemixⱪa mening itaǝtsizlikimni kǝqürüm ⱪilip, Gunaⱨimni saⱪit ⱪilmaysǝn? Qünki mǝn pat arida topining iqidǝ uhlaymǝn; Sǝn meni izdǝp kelisǝn, lekin mǝn mǝwjut bolmaymǝn».

< Job 7 >