Job 41
1 “Do you draw leviathan with a hook? And do you let down his tongue with a rope?
Lewiatanni ⱪarmaⱪ bilǝn tartalamsǝn? Uning tilini arƣamqa bilǝn [baƣlap] basalamsǝn?
2 Do you put a reed in his nose? And pierce his jaw with a thorn?
Uning burniƣa ⱪomux qülükni kirgüzǝlǝmsǝn? Uning engikini tɵmür nǝyzǝ bilǝn texǝlǝmsǝn?
3 Does he multiply supplications to you? Does he speak tender things to you?
U sanga arⱪa-arⱪidin iltija ⱪilamdu? Yaki sanga yawaxliⱪ bilǝn sɵz ⱪilamdu?
4 Does he make a covenant with you? Do you take him for a perpetual servant?
U sǝn bilǝn ǝⱨdǝ tüzüp, Xuning bilǝn sǝn uni mǝnggü malay süpitidǝ ⱪobul ⱪilalamsǝn?
5 Do you play with him as a bird? And do you bind him for your girls?
Sǝn uni ⱪuxⱪaqni oynatⱪandǝk oynitamsǝn? Dedǝkliringning ⱨuzuri üqün uni baƣlap ⱪoyamsǝn?
6 (Companions feast on him, They divide him among the merchants!)
Tijarǝtqilǝr uning üstidǝ sodilixamdu? Uni sodigǝrlǝrgǝ bɵlüxtürüp berǝmdu?
7 Do you fill his skin with barbed irons? And his head with fish-spears?
Sǝn uning pütkül terisigǝ atarnǝyzini sanjiyalamsǝn? Uning bexiƣa qanggak bilǝn sanjiyalamsǝn?!
8 Place your hand on him, Remember the battle—do not add!
Ⱪolungni uningƣa birla tǝgküzgǝndin keyin, Bu jǝngni ǝslǝp ikkinqi undaⱪ ⱪilƣuqi bolmaysǝn!
9 Behold, the hope of him is found a liar, Also, is one not cast down at his appearance?
Mana, «[uni boysundurimǝn]» degǝn ⱨǝrⱪandaⱪ ümid biⱨudiliktur; Ⱨǝtta uni bir kɵrüpla, ümidsizlinip yǝrgǝ ⱪarap ⱪalidu ǝmǝsmu?
10 None so fierce that he awakes him, And who [is] he [who] stations himself before Me?
Uning jeniƣa tegixkǝ petinalaydiƣan ⱨeqkim yoⱪtur; Undaⱪta Mening aldimda turmaⱪqi bolƣan kimdur?
11 Who has brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it [is] Mine.
Asman astidiki ⱨǝmmǝ nǝrsǝ Mening tursa, Mening aldimƣa kim kelip «manga tegixlikini bǝrginǝ» dǝp baⱪⱪan ikǝn, Mǝn uningƣa ⱪayturuxⱪa tegixlikmu?
12 I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.
[Lewiatanning] ǝzaliri, Uning zor küqi, Uning tüzülüxining güzǝlliki toƣruluⱪ, Mǝn süküt ⱪilip turalmaymǝn.
13 Who has uncovered the face of his clothing? Who enters within his double bridle?
Kim uning sawutluⱪ tonini salduruwetǝlisun? Kim uning ⱪox engiki iqigǝ kiriwalalisun?
14 Who has opened the doors of his face? Around his teeth [are] terrible.
Kim uning yüz dǝrwazilirini aqalalisun? Uning qixliri ǝtrapida wǝⱨimǝ yatidu.
15 A pride—strong ones of shields, Shut up—a close seal.
Ⱪasiraⱪlirining sǝpliri uning pǝhridur, Ular bir-birigǝ qing qaplaxturulƣanki,
16 They draw near to one another, And air does not enter between them.
Bir-birigǝ xamal kirmǝs yeⱪin turidu.
17 They adhere to one another, They stick together and are not separated.
Ularning ⱨǝrbiri ɵz ⱨǝmraⱨliriƣa qaplaxⱪandur; Bir-birigǝ ziq yepixturulƣan, ⱨeq ayrilmastur.
18 His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes [are] as the eyelids of the dawn.
Uning qüxkürüxliridin nur qaⱪnaydu, Uning kɵzliri sǝⱨǝrdiki ⱪapaⱪtǝktur.
19 Flames go out of his mouth, sparks of fire escape.
Uning aƣzidin otlar qiⱪip turidu; Ot uqⱪunliri sǝkrǝp qiⱪidu.
20 Smoke goes forth out of his nostrils, As a blown pot and reeds.
Ⱪomux gülhanƣa ⱪoyƣan ⱪaynawatⱪan ⱪazandin qiⱪⱪan ⱨordǝk, Uning burun tɵxükidin tütün qiⱪip turidu;
21 His breath sets coals on fire, And a flame goes forth from his mouth.
Uning nǝpisi kɵmürlǝrni tutaxturidu, Uning aƣzidin bir yalⱪun qiⱪidu.
22 Strength lodges in his neck, And grief exults before him.
Boynida zor küq yatidu, Wǝⱨimǝ uning aldida sǝkrixip oynaydu.
23 The flakes of his flesh have adhered—Firm on him—it is not moved.
Uning ǝtliri ⱪat-ⱪat birlǝxtürülüp qing turidu; Üstidiki [ⱪasiraⱪliri] yepixturulup, midirlimay turidu.
24 His heart [is] firm as a stone, Indeed, firm as the lower piece.
Uning yüriki bǝǝyni taxtǝk mustǝⱨkǝm turidu, Ⱨǝtta tügmǝnning asti texidǝk mǝzmut turidu.
25 The mighty are afraid at his rising, From his breakings they keep themselves free.
U ornidin ⱪozƣalsa, palwanlarmu ⱪorⱪup ⱪalidu; Uning tolƣinip xawⱪunlixidin alaⱪzadǝ bolup ketidu.
26 The sword of his overtaker does not stand, Spear, dart, and breastplate.
Birsi ⱪiliqni uningƣa tǝgküzsimu, ⱨeq ünümi yoⱪ; Nǝyzǝ, atarnǝyzǝ wǝ yaki qanggaⱪ bolsimu bǝribir ünümsizdur.
27 He reckons iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
U tɵmürni samandǝk, Misni por yaƣaqtǝk qaƣlaydu.
28 The son of the bow does not cause him to flee, Stones of the sling are turned into stubble by him.
Oⱪya bolsa uni ⱪorⱪitip ⱪaqⱪuzalmaydu; Salƣa taxliri uning aldida pahalƣa aylinidu.
29 Darts have been reckoned as stubble, And he laughs at the shaking of a javelin.
Toⱪmaⱪlarmu pahaldǝk ⱨeqnemǝ ⱨesablanmaydu; U nǝyzǝ-xǝxbǝrning tǝnglinixigǝ ⱪarap külüp ⱪoyidu.
30 Sharp points of clay [are] under him, He spreads gold on the mire.
Uning asti ⱪismi bolsa ɵtkür sapal parqiliridur; U lay üstigǝ qong tirna bilǝn tatiliƣandǝk iz ⱪalduridu.
31 He causes the deep to boil as a pot, He makes the sea as a pot of ointment.
U dengiz-okyanlarni ⱪazandǝk ⱪaynitiwetidu; U dengizni ⱪazandiki mǝlⱨǝmdǝk waraⱪxitidu;
32 He causes a path to shine after him, One thinks the deep to be hoary.
U mangsa mangƣan yoli parⱪiraydu; Adǝm [buȥƣunlarni kɵrüp] qongⱪur dengizni ap’aⱪ qaqliⱪ boway dǝp oylap ⱪalidu.
33 There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror.
Yǝr yüzidǝ uning tǝngdixi yoⱪtur, U ⱨeq ⱪorⱪmas yaritilƣan.
34 He sees every high thing, He [is] king over all sons of pride.”
U büyüklǝrning ⱨǝrⱪandiⱪiƣa [jür’ǝt bilǝn] nǝzǝr selip, ⱪorⱪmaydu; U barliⱪ mǝƣrur ⱨaywanlarning padixaⱨidur».
