Ayup 10
1 Mǝn ɵz jenimdin nǝprǝtlinimǝn; Ɵz dǝrdimni tɵküwalay; Ⱪǝlbimdiki aⱨ-zarimni sɵzliwalay.
My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 Mǝn Tǝngrigǝ: «Mening gunaⱨimni bekitmǝ; manga kɵrsǝtkinki, Sǝn zadi nemǝ üqün mǝn bilǝn dǝwalixisǝn?
I will say to God, Do not condemn me; show me why thou contendest with me.
3 Adǝmni ǝzgining, Ɵz ⱪolung bilǝn yaratⱪiningni qǝtkǝ ⱪaⱪⱪining Sanga paydiliⱪmu? Yamanlarning suyiⱪǝstigǝ nur qaqⱪining yahximu?
Is it good to thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
4 Sening kɵzüng insanningkidǝk ajizmu? Sǝn adǝmlǝr kɵrgǝndǝk hirǝ kɵrǝmsǝn?
Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
5 Sening künliring ɵlidiƣan insanning künliridǝk qǝklikmu? Sening yilliring insanning yilliridǝk ⱪisⱪimu?
Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man’s days,
6 Sǝn mening rǝzil adǝm ǝmǝslikimni bilip turup, Sening ⱪolungdin ⱪutuldurƣudǝk ⱨeqkimning yoⱪluⱪini bilip turup, Nemixⱪa mening hataliⱪimni sorap yürisǝn? Nemixⱪa mening gunaⱨimni sürüxtürisǝn?» — dǝymǝn.
That thou enquirest after my iniquity, and searchest after my sin?
Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thy hand.
8 — Sǝn Ɵz ⱪolliring bilǝn meni xǝkillǝndürüp, bir gǝwdǝ ⱪilip yaratⱪansǝn; Biraⱪ Sǝn meni yoⱪatmaⱪqisǝn!
Thy hands have made me and fashioned me in all my parts; yet thou dost destroy me.
9 Sǝn layni yasiƣandǝk meni yasiƣiningni esingdǝ tutⱪaysǝn, dǝp yelinimǝn; Sǝn meni yǝnǝ tupraⱪⱪa ⱪayturamsǝn?
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
10 Sǝn [ustiliⱪ bilǝn] meni süttǝk ⱪuyup qayⱪap, Meni irimqiktǝk uyutⱪan ǝmǝsmu?
Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
11 Sǝn terǝ ⱨǝm ǝt bilǝn meni kiyindürgǝnsǝn, Ustihan ⱨǝm pǝy bilǝn birlǝxtürüp meni toⱪuƣansǝn.
Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.
12 Sǝn manga ⱨayat ⱨǝm meⱨir-xǝpⱪǝt tǝⱪdim ⱪilƣansǝn, Sǝn sɵygüng bilǝn roⱨimdin hǝwǝr alding.
Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy care hath preserved my spirit.
13 Biraⱪ bu ixlar Sening ⱪǝlbingdǝ yoxuruⱪluⱪ idi; Bularning ǝslidǝ ⱪǝlbingdǝ püküklikini bilimǝn.
And these things hast thou hid in thy heart: I know that this is with thee.
14 Gunaⱨ ⱪilƣan bolsam, Sǝn meni kɵzitip yürgǝn bolatting; Sǝn mening ⱪǝbiⱨlikimni jazalimay ⱪoymaytting.
If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from my iniquity.
15 Rǝzil ⱨesablanƣan bolsam, manga bala kelǝtti! Ⱨǝm yaki ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy ⱨesablansammu, ⱪattiⱪ nomusⱪa qɵmüp, azabⱪa qɵmginimdǝ, Beximni yǝnila kɵtürüxkǝ jür’ǝt ⱪilalmayttim;
If I be wicked, woe to me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou my affliction;
16 Ⱨǝtta [beximni] kɵtürüxkǝ jür’ǝt ⱪilsammu, Sǝn ǝxǝddiy xirdǝk mening peyimgǝ qüxǝtting; Sǝn manga karamǝt küqüngni arⱪa-arⱪidin kɵrsitǝtting.
For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou showest thyself marvellous upon me.
17 Sǝn meni ǝyiblǝydiƣan guwaⱨqiliringni ⱪaytidin aldimƣa kǝltürisǝn; Manga ⱪaritilƣan ƣǝzipingni zor ⱪilisǝn; Küqliring manga ⱪarxi dolⱪunlap kǝlmǝktǝ.
Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thy indignation upon me; changes and war are against me.
18 Sǝn ǝslidǝ nemixⱪa meni baliyatⱪudin qiⱪarƣansǝn? Kaxki, mǝn qaqrap kǝtkǝn bolsam, ⱨeq adǝm meni kɵrmǝs idi!
Why then hast thou brought me forth from the womb? O that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
19 Mǝn ⱨeqⱪaqan bolmiƣan bolattim! Baliyatⱪudin biwasitǝ gɵrgǝ apirilƣan bolattim!
I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Mening azƣinǝ künlirim tügǝy degǝn ǝmǝsmu? Xunga mǝn barsa kǝlmǝs yǝrgǝ barƣuqǝ, — Ⱪarangƣuluⱪ, ɵlüm sayǝ bolƣan zeminƣa, — Zulmǝt bir zeminƣa, yǝni ⱪarangƣuluⱪning ɵzining zeminiƣa, Ɵlüm sayisining zeminiƣa, Tǝrtipsiz, ⱨǝtta ɵz nuri ⱪapⱪarangƣu ⱪilinƣan xu zeminƣa barƣuqǝ, Manga azraⱪ jan kirix üqün, Ixingni bir dǝⱪiⱪǝ tohtat, mǝndin neri bol!».
Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Before I go to the place from which I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.
