Job 30
1 "But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.
— «Biraⱪ ⱨazir bolsa, yaxlar meni mazaⱪ ⱪilidu, Ularning dadilirini ⱨǝtta padamni baⱪidiƣan itlar bilǝn billǝ ixlǝxkǝ yol ⱪoyuxnimu yaman kɵrǝttim.
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
Ularning maƣduri kǝtkǝndin keyin, Ⱪolidiki küq manga nemǝ payda yǝtküzǝlisun?
3 They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
Yoⱪsuzluⱪ ⱨǝm aqliⱪtin yiglǝp kǝtkǝn, Ular uzundin buyan qɵldǝrǝp kǝtkǝn dǝxt-bayawanda ⱪuruⱪ yǝrni ƣajaydu.
4 They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food.
Ular ǝmǝn-xiwaⱪni qatⱪallar arisidin yulidu, Xumbuyining yiltizlirinimu terip ɵzlirigǝ nan ⱪilidu.
5 They are driven out from the midst of men. They cry after them as after a thief;
Ular ǝl-yurtlardin ⱨǝydiwetilgǝn bolidu, Kixilǝr ularni kɵrüpla oƣrini kɵrgǝndǝk warⱪirap tillaydu.
6 So that they dwell in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
Xuning bilǝn ular sürlük jilƣilarda ⱪonup, Taxlar arisida, ƣarlar iqidǝ yaxaxⱪa mǝjbur bolidu.
7 Among the bushes they bray; and under the nettles they are gathered together.
Qatⱪalliⱪ arisida ular ⱨangrap ketidu, Tikǝnlǝr astida ular dügdiyip olturixidu;
8 They are children of fools, yes, children of base men. They were flogged out of the land.
Nadanlarning, nam-abruyisizlarning baliliri, Ular zemindin sürtoⱪay ⱨǝydiwetilgǝn.
9 "Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
Mǝn ⱨazir bolsam bularning ⱨǝjwiy nahxisi, Ⱨǝtta sɵz-qɵqikining dǝstiki bolup ⱪaldim!
10 They abhor me, they keep their distance from me, and do not hesitate to spit in my face.
Ular mǝndin nǝprǝtlinip, Mǝndin yiraⱪ turup, Yüzümgǝ tükürüxtinmu yanmaydu.
11 For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
Qünki [Huda] mening ⱨayat rixtimni üzüp, meni japaƣa qɵmdürgǝn, Xuning bilǝn xu adǝmlǝr aldimda tizginlirini eliwǝtkǝn.
12 On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.
Ong yenimda bir top qüprǝndǝ yaxlar ornidin turup, Ular putumni turƣan yeridin ittiriwǝtmǝkqi, Ular sepilimƣa ⱨujum pǝlǝmpǝylirini kɵtürüp turidu;
13 They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, without anyone's help.
Ular yolumni buzuwetidu, Ularning ⱨeq yɵlǝnqüki bolmisimu, Ⱨalakitimni ilgiri sürmǝktǝ.
14 As through a wide breach they come, in the midst of the ruin they roll themselves in.
Ular sepilning kǝng bɵsük jayidin bɵsüp kirgǝndǝk kirixidu; Wǝyranilikimdin paydilinip qong taxlardǝk domilap kirixidu.
15 Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
Wǝⱨimilǝr burulup meni ɵz nixani ⱪilƣan; Xuning bilǝn ⱨɵrmitim xamal ɵtüp yoⱪ bolƣandǝk ⱨǝydiwetildi, Awatqiliⱪimmu bulut ɵtüp kǝtkǝndǝk ɵtüp kǝtti.
16 "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
Ⱨazir bolsa jenim ⱪaqidin tɵkülüp kǝtkǝndǝk; Azabliⱪ künlǝr meni tutuwaldi.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
Keqilǝr bolsa, manga sɵngǝklirimgiqǝ sanjimaⱪta; Aƣriⱪlirim meni qixlǝp dǝm almaydu.
18 By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
[Aƣriⱪlar] zor küqi bilǝn manga kiyim-keqikimdǝk boldi; Ular kɵnglikimning yaⱪisidǝk manga qaplixiwaldi.
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
Huda meni sazliⱪⱪa taxliwǝtkǝn, Mǝn topa-qangƣa wǝ külgǝ ohxax bolup ⱪaldim.
20 I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
Mǝn Sanga nalǝ-pǝryad kɵtürmǝktimǝn, Biraⱪ Sǝn manga jawab bǝrmǝysǝn; Mǝn ornumdin tursam, Sǝn pǝⱪǝtla manga ⱪarapla ⱪoyisǝn.
21 You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
Sǝn ɵzgirip manga bir zalim boldung; Ⱪolungning küqi bilǝn manga zǝrbǝ ⱪiliwatisǝn;
22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
Sǝn meni kɵtürüp Xamalƣa mindürgǝnsǝn; Boran-qapⱪunda tǝǝlluⱪatimni yoⱪ ⱪiliwǝtkǝnsǝn.
23 For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.
Qünki Sǝn meni ahirida ɵlümgǝ, Yǝni barliⱪ ⱨayat igilirining «yiƣilix ɵyi»gǝ kǝltürüwatisǝn.
24 "However doesn't one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
U ⱨalak ⱪilƣan waⱪtida kixilǝr nalǝ-pǝryad kɵtürsimu, U ⱪolini uzatⱪanda, duaning dǝrwǝⱪǝ ⱨeqⱪandaⱪ nǝtijisi yoⱪ;
25 Did I not weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy?
Mǝn künliri tǝs kixi üqün yiƣlap [dua ⱪilƣan] ǝmǝsmu? Namratlar üqün jenim azablanmidimu?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, there came darkness.
Mǝn ɵzüm yahxiliⱪ kütüp yürginim bilǝn, yamanliⱪ kelip ⱪaldi; Nur kütkinim bilǝn, ⱪarangƣuluⱪ kǝldi.
27 My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
Iqim ⱪazandǝk ⱪaynap, aramliⱪ tapmaywatidu; Azabliⱪ künlǝr manga yüzlǝndi.
28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
Mǝn ⱪuyax nurini kɵrmǝymu ⱪaridap yürmǝktimǝn; Halayiⱪ arisida mǝn ornumdin turup, nalǝ-pǝryad kɵtürimǝn.
29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
Mǝn qilbɵrilǝrgǝ ⱪerindax bolup ⱪaldim, Ⱨuwⱪuxlarning ⱨǝmraⱨi boldum.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
Terǝm ⱪariyip mǝndin ajrap ketiwatidu, Sɵngǝklirim ⱪiziⱪtin kɵyüp ketiwatidu.
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
Qiltarimdin matǝm mǝrsiyǝsi qiⱪidu, Neyimning awazi ⱨaza tutⱪuqilarning yiƣisiƣa aylinip ⱪaldi».
