1 But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock. 2 Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished? 3 For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste. 4 Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat. 5 They were driven forth from among men , (they cried after them as after a thief;) 6 To dwell in the clifts of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks. 7 Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together. 8 They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth. 9 And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword. 10 They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face. 11 Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me. 12 Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction. 13 They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper. 14 They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me .
15 Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud. 16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me. 17 My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest. 18 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat. 19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes. 20 I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not . 21 Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me. 22 Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it , and dissolvest my substance. 23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living. 24 Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction. 25 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor? 26 When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness. 27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me. 28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation. 29 I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. 30 My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat. 31 My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
30–BOB
Ayub oʻz dardi haqida gapiradi
1 Endi esa oʻzimdan yosh boʻlganlar ustimdan kuladi,
Ularning otalari qoʻriqchi itlarim orasida boʻlishga ham arzimaydi.
2 Ulardan menga nima foyda?!
Axir, ular kuch–quvvatdan qolgan–ku!
3 Ular ochligu muhtojlikdan ozib–toʻzib ketgan,
Tun boʻyi dashtu biyobonda daydib yuradi.
4 Choʻl butalari orasida achchiq oʻtlar teradi,
Yulgʻun butasining ildizlari ularga yemish boʻladi.
5 Ular odamlar orasidan haydalgan.
Oʻgʻrilarga baqirganday ularning orqasidan baqiradilar.
6 Ular quruq soyliklaru chuqurlarda,
Qoyalar orasida yashashga majburdirlar.
7 Changalzorlarda hayvonlar singari boʻkiradi,
Qichitqi oʻtlar orasida gʻujanak boʻlib oʻtiradi.
8 Eng past, yaramas bu toʻdani
Xivchinlar bilan yurtdan haydashgan.
9 Mana endi oʻshalar mazax qilib,
Men haqimda qoʻshiqlar kuylaydi,
Men ularga kulgi boʻlib qoldim.
10 Ular mendan nafratlanib, yaqinimga ham kelmaydi,
Hatto yuzimga tupurishdan ham toymaydi.
11 Xudo kuchimni kesdi, meni yerga urdi.
Shuning uchun oʻsha yaramaslar ham
Mening oldimda oʻzlarini jilovlay olmaydigan boʻldilar.
12 Oʻsha qalangʻi–qasangʻilar
Menga qarshi chiqib, yerga yiqitadilar,
Meni oʻldirmoqchi boʻlib, hujum qiladilar.
13 Yoʻllarimni toʻsib,
Boshimga tushadigan kulfatni tezlatadilar,
Ularni toʻxtatadigan hech kim yoʻq .
14 Meni mazax qiluvchilar har tomonlama hujum qiladilar,
Toʻfonday ustimga yopiriladilar.
15 Meni qoʻrquv bosgan,
Obroʻyim shamol uchirgandek ketdi,
Farovonligim bulut kabi oʻtib ketdi.
16 Endi yuragim ezilib ketyapti,
Har kuni men azob–uqubat tortaman.
17 Tun boʻyi suyaklarim zirqirab ogʻriydi,
Meni dard qiynab, hech tinchlik bermaydi.
18 Xudo shaxt bilan kiyimimdan ushladi,
Koʻylagimning yoqasidan tutdi.
19 U meni loyga bulgʻadi,
Changu tuproqchalik qadrim yoʻq.
20 Ey Xudoyim, Senga iltijo qilaman,
Ammo Sen menga javob bermaysan.
Sening oldingda turibman,
Sen esa qarab turaverasan.
21 Menga nisbatan shafqatsiz boʻlib qolding,
Oʻz qudrating bilan meni quvgʻin qilyapsan.
22 Quyun bilan meni koʻtarib,
Boʻron orasida u yoqdan–bu yoqqa otasan.
23 Bilaman, insonning qismati boʻlgan oʻlimga
Meni ham olib borasan.
24 Boshiga kulfat tushgan muhtoj odam nola qilsa,
Hech kim unga qoʻl koʻtarmaydi–ku, axir.
25 Men boshiga kulfat tushganlar uchun qaygʻurdim–ku!
Muhtojlarni koʻrib, yuragim achidi–ku!
26 Ammo yaxshilik kutganimda yovuzlik keldi,
Yorugʻlikka umid qilsam, zulmat tushdi.
27 Qalbim bezovtalangan, tinim bilmaydi,
Ogʻir kunlar boshimga tushgan.
28 Quyosh nuri boʻlmagan bir zulmatda yuribman,
Jamoa oldida madad soʻrab, faryod qilaman.
29 Men chiyaboʻrining doʻstiday,
Tuyaqushning ukasiday boʻlib qoldim.
30 Terim qorayib ketgan,
Tanam isitmadan yonyapti.
31 Nayim sadosi azadorlarga joʻr boʻladi,
Liram qaygʻuli nola qiladi.
