Job 40
1 And the LORD said to Job:
Pǝrwǝrdigar Ayupⱪa yǝnǝ jawabǝn: —
2 “Will the faultfinder contend with the Almighty? Let him who argues with God give an answer.”
«Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadir bilǝn dǝwalaxidiƣan kixi uningƣa tǝrbiyǝ ⱪilmaⱪqimu? Tǝngrini ǝyibligüqi kixi jawab bǝrsun!» — dedi.
3 Then Job answered the LORD:
Ayup bolsa Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa jawabǝn: —
4 “Behold, I am insignificant. How can I reply to You? I place my hand over my mouth.
«Mana, mǝn ⱨeqnemigǝ yarimaymǝn; Sanga ⱪandaⱪ jawab berǝlǝymǝn? Ⱪolum bilǝn aƣzimni etip gǝptin ⱪalay;
5 I have spoken once, but I have no answer— twice, but I have nothing to add.”
Bir ⱪetim dedim, mǝn yǝnǝ jawab bǝrmǝymǝn; Xundaⱪ, ikki ⱪetim desǝm mǝn ⱪayta sɵzlimǝymǝn» — dedi.
6 Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind and said:
Andin Pǝrwǝrdigar ⱪara ⱪuyun iqidin Ayupⱪa jawab berip mundaⱪ dedi: —
7 “Now brace yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall inform Me.
«Ərkǝktǝk belingni qing baƣla, Andin Mǝn sǝndin soray; Sǝn Meni hǝwǝrdar ⱪilƣin.
8 Would you really annul My justice? Would you condemn Me to justify yourself?
Sǝn dǝrwǝⱪǝ Mening ⱨɵkümimni pütünlǝy bikarƣa kǝtküzmǝkqimusǝn? Sǝn ɵzüngni ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy ⱪilimǝn dǝp, Meni natoƣra dǝp ǝyiblimǝkqimusǝn?
9 Do you have an arm like God’s? Can you thunder with a voice like His?
Sening Tǝngrining bilikidǝk [küqlük] bir biliking barmu? Sǝn Uningdǝk awaz bilǝn güldürliyǝlǝmsǝn?
10 Then adorn yourself with majesty and splendor, and clothe yourself with honor and glory.
Ⱪeni, ⱨazir ɵzüngni xan-xǝrǝp ⱨǝm salapǝt bilǝn beziwal! Ⱨǝywǝt ⱨǝm kɵrkǝmlik bilǝn ɵzüngni kiyindürüp,
11 Unleash the fury of your wrath; look on every proud man and bring him low.
Ƣǝzipingning ⱪǝⱨrini qeqip taxliƣin, Xuning bilǝn ⱨǝrbir tǝkǝbburning kɵzigǝ tikilip ⱪarap, Andin uni pǝslǝxtürgin.
12 Look on every proud man and humble him; trample the wicked where they stand.
Rast, ⱨǝrbir tǝkǝbburning kɵzigǝ tikilip ⱪarap, Andin uni boysundurƣin, Rǝzillǝrni ɵz ornida dǝssǝp yǝr bilǝn yǝksan ⱪil!
13 Bury them together in the dust; imprison them in the grave.
Ularni birgǝ topiƣa kɵmüp ⱪoy, Yoxurun jayda ularning yüzlirini kepǝn bilǝn etip ⱪoyƣin;
14 Then I will confess to you that your own right hand can save you.
Xundaⱪ ⱪilalisang, Mǝn seni etirap ⱪilip mahtaymǝnki, «Ong ⱪolung ɵzüngni ⱪutⱪuzidu!».
15 Look at Behemoth, which I made along with you. He feeds on grass like an ox.
Mǝn sening bilǝn tǝng yaratⱪan begemotni kɵrüp ⱪoy; U kalidǝk ot-qɵp yǝydu.
16 See the strength of his loins and the power in the muscles of his belly.
Mana, uning belidiki küqini, Ⱪorsaⱪ muskulliridiki ⱪudritini ⱨazir kɵrüp ⱪoy!
17 His tail sways like a cedar; the sinews of his thighs are tightly knit.
U ⱪuyruⱪini kedir dǝrihidǝk egidu, Uning yotiliridiki singirliri bir-birigǝ qing toⱪup ⱪoyulƣan.
18 His bones are tubes of bronze; his limbs are rods of iron.
Uning sɵngǝkliri mis turubidǝktur, Put-ⱪolliri tɵmür qoⱪmaⱪlarƣa ohxaydu.
19 He is the foremost of God’s works; only his Maker can draw the sword against him.
U Tǝngri yaratⱪan janiwarlarning bexidur, Pǝⱪǝt uning Yaratⱪuqisila uningƣa Ɵz ⱪiliqini yeⱪinlaxturalaydu.
20 The hills yield him their produce, while all the beasts of the field play nearby.
Taƣlar uningƣa yemǝklik tǝminlǝydu; U yǝrdǝ uning yenida daladiki ⱨǝrbir ⱨaywanlar oynaydu.
21 He lies under the lotus plants, hidden among the reeds of the marsh.
U sǝdǝpgül dǝrǝhlikining astida yatidu, Ⱪomuxluⱪ ⱨǝm sazliⱪning salⱪinida yatidu.
22 The lotus plants conceal him in their shade; the willows of the brook surround him.
Sǝdǝpgüllüklǝr ɵz sayisi bilǝn uni yapidu; Ɵstǝngdiki tallar uni orap turidu.
23 Though the river rages, Behemoth is unafraid; he remains secure, though the Jordan surges to his mouth.
Ⱪara, dǝrya texip ketidu, biraⱪ u ⱨeq ⱨoduⱪmaydu; Ⱨǝtta Iordandǝk bir dǝryamu uning aƣziƣa ɵrkǝxlǝp urulsimu, yǝnila hatirjǝm turiweridu.
24 Can anyone capture him as he looks on, or pierce his nose with a snare?
Uning aldiƣa berip uni tutⱪili bolamdu? Uni tutup, andin burnini texip qülük ɵtküzgili bolamdu?
