Job 39
1 Do thou know the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? Or can thou mark when the hinds do calve?
Sǝn taƣdiki yawa ɵqkilǝrning ⱪaqan tuƣidiƣanliⱪini bilǝmsǝn? Jǝrǝnlǝrning baliliƣanliⱪini kɵzitip baⱪⱪanmusǝn?
2 Can thou number the months that they fulfill? Or do thou know the time when they bring forth?
Ularning boƣaz bolƣili nǝqqǝ ay bolƣanliⱪini saniyalamsǝn? Ularning balilaydiƣan waⱪtidin hǝwiring barmu?
3 They bow themselves. They bring forth their young. They cast out their pains.
Ular ⱪǝddini püküp, yetip balilirini tuƣidu, Ular ɵzidiki tolƣaⱪni qiⱪirip taxlaydu;
4 Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go forth, and return not again.
Ularning baliliri küqlinip yetilidu, Ular dalada ɵsüp, [anisining] yenidin qiⱪip ⱪaytip kǝlmǝydu.
5 Who has sent out the wild donkey free? Or who has loosed the bonds of the swift donkey
Yawa exǝkni dalaƣa ⱪoyuwetip ǝrkinlikkǝ qiⱪarƣan kim? Xax exǝkning nohtilirini yexiwǝtkǝn kim?
6 whose home I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling-place?
Qɵl-bayawanni uning ɵyi ⱪilƣanmǝn, Xorluⱪnimu uning turalƣusi ⱪilƣanmǝn.
7 He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shoutings of the driver.
U xǝⱨǝrning ⱪiyⱪas-sürǝnliridin yiraⱪ turup uni mazaⱪ ⱪilidu; U exǝkqining warⱪirixinimu anglimaydu.
8 The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searches after every green thing.
U taƣlarni ɵz yayliⱪim dǝp kezidu, Xu yǝrdiki ⱨǝmmǝ gül-giyaⱨni izdǝp yüridu.
9 Will the wild-ox be content to serve thee? Or will he abide by thy crib?
Yawa kala bolsa hizmitinggǝ kirixkǝ razi bolamdu? Sening oⱪurungning yenida turuxⱪa unamdu?
10 Can thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
Yawa kalini tana bilǝn baƣlap, tapⱪa qüxürǝlǝmsǝn?! U sanga ǝgixip jilƣilarda mengip tirna tartamdu?
11 Will thou trust him because his strength is great? Or will thou leave to him thy labor?
Uning küqi zor bolƣanliⱪi üqün uningƣa tayinamsǝn? Əmgikingni uningƣa amanǝt ⱪilamsǝn?
12 Will thou confide in him that he will bring home thy seed, and gather the grain of thy threshing-floor?
Danliringni ɵygǝ kɵtürüp ǝkilixni uningƣa tapxuramsǝn? «[Danlirimni] haminimƣa yiƣixturidu» dǝp uningƣa ixǝnǝmsǝn?
13 The wings of the ostrich wave proudly, but are they the pinions and plumage of love?
Tɵgiⱪux ⱪanatlirini xadliⱪ bilǝn ⱪaⱪidu, Biraⱪ bular lǝylǝkning ⱪanat uqliri ⱨǝm pǝylirigǝ yetǝmdu?
14 For she leaves her eggs on the ground, and warms them in the dust.
U tuhumlirini yǝrgǝ taxlap ⱪoyidu, Tuhumlirim topida issitilsun, dǝydu.
15 And she forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may trample them.
Ularning tasadipiy dǝssilip yanjilidiƣanliⱪini, Dalidiki birǝr ⱨaywanning asanla ularni dǝssǝp-qǝylǝydiƣanliⱪini untuydu.
16 She deals hardly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor be in vain, she is without fear,
Balilirini ɵzining ǝmǝstǝk baƣrini ⱪattiⱪ ⱪilidu; Uning tuƣutining ǝjri bikarƣa ketidu, Biraⱪ u pisǝnt ⱪilmiƣandǝk turidu.
17 because God has deprived her of wisdom, nor has he imparted understanding to her.
Qünki Tǝngri uni kǝm ǝⱪil ⱪilƣan, Uningƣa danaliⱪni bǝrmigǝn.
18 The time she lifts up herself on high she scorns the horse and his rider.
Ⱨalbuki, u yügürüx aldida mǝydisini yuⱪiriƣa kɵtürginidǝ, At ⱨǝm atliⱪlarni kǝmsitip mazaⱪ ⱪilidu.
19 Have thou given the horse his might? Have thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?
Sǝn atⱪa küq beƣixliƣanmiding? Sǝn uning boyniƣa yǝlpünüp turidiƣan yaylini kiygüzgǝnmiding?
20 Have thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.
Sǝn uni ⱨǝywǝtlik purⱪuxliri bilǝn adǝmni ⱪorⱪutidiƣan, Qekǝtkidǝk sǝkrǝydiƣan ⱪilalamsǝn?
21 He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength. He goes out to meet the armed men.
U ǝxǝddiylik bilǝn yǝr tatilap-zohqup, Ɵz küqidin xadlinip ketidu, Ⱪoralliⱪ ⱪoxun bilǝn jǝng ⱪilixⱪa atlinidu.
22 He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed. Neither does he turn back from the sword.
U ⱪorⱪunqⱪa nisbǝtǝn külüpla ⱪoyidu, Ⱨeqnemidin ⱪorⱪmaydu; Ⱪiliqning bisidin u yanmaydu.
23 The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.
Oⱪdan, julaliⱪ nǝyzǝ, Gɵrzimu uning yenida xaraⱪxiydu,
24 He swallows the ground with fierceness and rage, nor does he believe that it is the voice of the trumpet.
U yǝrni aqqiⱪ ⱨǝm ƣǝzǝp bilǝn yutuwetidu, [Jǝng] kanayini bir anglapla ⱨayajanlinip ⱪin-ⱪiniƣa patmay ketidu.
25 As often as the trumpet sounds he says, Aha! And he smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
Kanaylarning awazi bilǝnla u: «Ayⱨay!» dǝydu, U jǝngni yiraⱪtin purap bolidu. U sǝrkǝrdilǝrning towlaxlirini, jǝngqilǝrning warⱪiraxlirini huxalliⱪ bilǝn anglaydu.
26 Is it by thy wisdom that the hawk soars, and stretches her wings toward the south?
Sar sening ǝⱪling bilǝn uqamdu, Ⱪanatlirini jǝnubⱪa ⱪarap kerǝmdu?
27 Is it at thy command that the eagle mounts up, and makes her nest on high?
Bürküt buyruⱪung bilǝn yuⱪiriƣa pǝrwaz ⱪilip kɵtürülǝmdu, Uwisini yuⱪiriƣa salamdu?
28 She dwells on the cliff, and makes her home upon the point of the cliff and the stronghold.
U ⱪoram taxning üstidǝ makanlixidu, U taƣning qoⱪⱪisiƣa ⱪonidu, Tik ⱪiyanimu turalƣusi ⱪilidu.
29 From there she spies out the prey. Her eyes behold it afar off.
Xu yǝrdin u owni paylap bayⱪiwalidu, Kɵzliri yiraⱪ-yiraⱪlarni kɵzitidu.
30 Her young ones also suck up blood. And where the slain are, there is she.
Uning baliliri ⱪan xoraydu; Ɵltürülgǝnlǝr nǝdǝ bolsa, u xu yǝrdǝ bolidu».
