Job 39
1 “Have you known the time of The bearing of the wild goats of the rock? Do you mark the bringing forth of does?
Sǝn taƣdiki yawa ɵqkilǝrning ⱪaqan tuƣidiƣanliⱪini bilǝmsǝn? Jǝrǝnlǝrning baliliƣanliⱪini kɵzitip baⱪⱪanmusǝn?
2 Do you number the months they fulfill? And have you known the time of their bringing forth?
Ularning boƣaz bolƣili nǝqqǝ ay bolƣanliⱪini saniyalamsǝn? Ularning balilaydiƣan waⱪtidin hǝwiring barmu?
3 They bow down, They bring forth their young ones safely, They cast forth their pangs.
Ular ⱪǝddini püküp, yetip balilirini tuƣidu, Ular ɵzidiki tolƣaⱪni qiⱪirip taxlaydu;
4 Their young ones are safe, They grow up in the field, they have gone out, And have not returned to them.
Ularning baliliri küqlinip yetilidu, Ular dalada ɵsüp, [anisining] yenidin qiⱪip ⱪaytip kǝlmǝydu.
5 Who has sent forth the wild donkey free? Indeed, who opened the bands of the wild donkey?
Yawa exǝkni dalaƣa ⱪoyuwetip ǝrkinlikkǝ qiⱪarƣan kim? Xax exǝkning nohtilirini yexiwǝtkǝn kim?
6 Whose house I have made the wilderness, And his dwellings the barren land,
Qɵl-bayawanni uning ɵyi ⱪilƣanmǝn, Xorluⱪnimu uning turalƣusi ⱪilƣanmǝn.
7 He laughs at the multitude of a city, He does not hear the cries of an exactor.
U xǝⱨǝrning ⱪiyⱪas-sürǝnliridin yiraⱪ turup uni mazaⱪ ⱪilidu; U exǝkqining warⱪirixinimu anglimaydu.
8 The range of mountains [is] his pasture, And he seeks after every green thing.
U taƣlarni ɵz yayliⱪim dǝp kezidu, Xu yǝrdiki ⱨǝmmǝ gül-giyaⱨni izdǝp yüridu.
9 Is a wild ox willing to serve you? Does he lodge by your crib?
Yawa kala bolsa hizmitinggǝ kirixkǝ razi bolamdu? Sening oⱪurungning yenida turuxⱪa unamdu?
10 Do you bind a wild ox in a furrow [with] his thick band? Does he harrow valleys after you?
Yawa kalini tana bilǝn baƣlap, tapⱪa qüxürǝlǝmsǝn?! U sanga ǝgixip jilƣilarda mengip tirna tartamdu?
11 Do you trust in him because his power [is] great? And do you leave your labor to him?
Uning küqi zor bolƣanliⱪi üqün uningƣa tayinamsǝn? Əmgikingni uningƣa amanǝt ⱪilamsǝn?
12 Do you trust in him That he brings back your seed, And gathers [it to] your threshing-floor?
Danliringni ɵygǝ kɵtürüp ǝkilixni uningƣa tapxuramsǝn? «[Danlirimni] haminimƣa yiƣixturidu» dǝp uningƣa ixǝnǝmsǝn?
13 [The] wing of the crying ostriches exults, but as a pinion and feather of a stork?
Tɵgiⱪux ⱪanatlirini xadliⱪ bilǝn ⱪaⱪidu, Biraⱪ bular lǝylǝkning ⱪanat uqliri ⱨǝm pǝylirigǝ yetǝmdu?
14 For she leaves her eggs on the earth, And she warms them on the dust,
U tuhumlirini yǝrgǝ taxlap ⱪoyidu, Tuhumlirim topida issitilsun, dǝydu.
15 And she forgets that a foot may press it, And a beast of the field treads it down.
Ularning tasadipiy dǝssilip yanjilidiƣanliⱪini, Dalidiki birǝr ⱨaywanning asanla ularni dǝssǝp-qǝylǝydiƣanliⱪini untuydu.
16 It has hardened her young ones without her, Her labor [is] in vain, without fear.
Balilirini ɵzining ǝmǝstǝk baƣrini ⱪattiⱪ ⱪilidu; Uning tuƣutining ǝjri bikarƣa ketidu, Biraⱪ u pisǝnt ⱪilmiƣandǝk turidu.
17 For God has caused her to forget wisdom, And He has not given a portion To her in understanding;
Qünki Tǝngri uni kǝm ǝⱪil ⱪilƣan, Uningƣa danaliⱪni bǝrmigǝn.
18 At the time she lifts herself up on high, She laughs at the horse and his rider.
Ⱨalbuki, u yügürüx aldida mǝydisini yuⱪiriƣa kɵtürginidǝ, At ⱨǝm atliⱪlarni kǝmsitip mazaⱪ ⱪilidu.
19 Do you give might to the horse? Do you clothe his neck [with] a mane?
Sǝn atⱪa küq beƣixliƣanmiding? Sǝn uning boyniƣa yǝlpünüp turidiƣan yaylini kiygüzgǝnmiding?
20 Do you cause him to rush as a locust? The splendor of his snorting [is] terrible.
Sǝn uni ⱨǝywǝtlik purⱪuxliri bilǝn adǝmni ⱪorⱪutidiƣan, Qekǝtkidǝk sǝkrǝydiƣan ⱪilalamsǝn?
21 They dig in a valley, and he rejoices in power, He goes forth to meet the armor.
U ǝxǝddiylik bilǝn yǝr tatilap-zohqup, Ɵz küqidin xadlinip ketidu, Ⱪoralliⱪ ⱪoxun bilǝn jǝng ⱪilixⱪa atlinidu.
22 He laughs at fear, and is not frightened, And he does not turn back from the face of the sword.
U ⱪorⱪunqⱪa nisbǝtǝn külüpla ⱪoyidu, Ⱨeqnemidin ⱪorⱪmaydu; Ⱪiliqning bisidin u yanmaydu.
23 Quiver rattles against him, The flame of a spear, and a javelin.
Oⱪdan, julaliⱪ nǝyzǝ, Gɵrzimu uning yenida xaraⱪxiydu,
24 He swallows the ground with trembling and rage, And does not remain steadfast Because of the sound of a horn.
U yǝrni aqqiⱪ ⱨǝm ƣǝzǝp bilǝn yutuwetidu, [Jǝng] kanayini bir anglapla ⱨayajanlinip ⱪin-ⱪiniƣa patmay ketidu.
25 Among the horns he says, Aha, And from afar he smells battle, Roaring of princes and shouting.
Kanaylarning awazi bilǝnla u: «Ayⱨay!» dǝydu, U jǝngni yiraⱪtin purap bolidu. U sǝrkǝrdilǝrning towlaxlirini, jǝngqilǝrning warⱪiraxlirini huxalliⱪ bilǝn anglaydu.
26 By your understanding does a hawk fly? Does he spread his wings to the south?
Sar sening ǝⱪling bilǝn uqamdu, Ⱪanatlirini jǝnubⱪa ⱪarap kerǝmdu?
27 At your command does an eagle go up high? Or lift up his nest?
Bürküt buyruⱪung bilǝn yuⱪiriƣa pǝrwaz ⱪilip kɵtürülǝmdu, Uwisini yuⱪiriƣa salamdu?
28 He inhabits a rock, Indeed, he lodges on the tooth of a rock, and fortress.
U ⱪoram taxning üstidǝ makanlixidu, U taƣning qoⱪⱪisiƣa ⱪonidu, Tik ⱪiyanimu turalƣusi ⱪilidu.
29 From there he has sought food, His eyes look attentively to a far-off place,
Xu yǝrdin u owni paylap bayⱪiwalidu, Kɵzliri yiraⱪ-yiraⱪlarni kɵzitidu.
30 And his brood sucks up blood, And where the pierced [are]—there [is] he!”
Uning baliliri ⱪan xoraydu; Ɵltürülgǝnlǝr nǝdǝ bolsa, u xu yǝrdǝ bolidu».
