< Job 40 >

1 Moreover Jehovah spake to Job, and said:
Pǝrwǝrdigar Ayupⱪa yǝnǝ jawabǝn: —
2 Will the censurer of the Almighty contend with him? Will the reprover of God answer?
«Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadir bilǝn dǝwalaxidiƣan kixi uningƣa tǝrbiyǝ ⱪilmaⱪqimu? Tǝngrini ǝyibligüqi kixi jawab bǝrsun!» — dedi.
3 Then Job answered Jehovah, and said:
Ayup bolsa Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa jawabǝn: —
4 Behold, I am vile! what can I answer thee? I will lay my hand upon my mouth.
«Mana, mǝn ⱨeqnemigǝ yarimaymǝn; Sanga ⱪandaⱪ jawab berǝlǝymǝn? Ⱪolum bilǝn aƣzimni etip gǝptin ⱪalay;
5 Once have I spoken, but I will not speak again; Yea, twice, but I will say no more.
Bir ⱪetim dedim, mǝn yǝnǝ jawab bǝrmǝymǝn; Xundaⱪ, ikki ⱪetim desǝm mǝn ⱪayta sɵzlimǝymǝn» — dedi.
6 Then spake Jehovah to Job out of the whirlwind, and said:
Andin Pǝrwǝrdigar ⱪara ⱪuyun iqidin Ayupⱪa jawab berip mundaⱪ dedi: —
7 Gird up now thy loins like a man! I will ask thee, and do thou instruct me!
«Ərkǝktǝk belingni qing baƣla, Andin Mǝn sǝndin soray; Sǝn Meni hǝwǝrdar ⱪilƣin.
8 Wilt thou even disannul my right? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayst be righteous?
Sǝn dǝrwǝⱪǝ Mening ⱨɵkümimni pütünlǝy bikarƣa kǝtküzmǝkqimusǝn? Sǝn ɵzüngni ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy ⱪilimǝn dǝp, Meni natoƣra dǝp ǝyiblimǝkqimusǝn?
9 Hast thou an arm like God's? Or canst thou thunder with thy voice like him?
Sening Tǝngrining bilikidǝk [küqlük] bir biliking barmu? Sǝn Uningdǝk awaz bilǝn güldürliyǝlǝmsǝn?
10 Deck thyself with grandeur and majesty, And array thyself in splendor and glory!
Ⱪeni, ⱨazir ɵzüngni xan-xǝrǝp ⱨǝm salapǝt bilǝn beziwal! Ⱨǝywǝt ⱨǝm kɵrkǝmlik bilǝn ɵzüngni kiyindürüp,
11 Send forth the fury of thy wrath! Look upon every proud one, and abase him!
Ƣǝzipingning ⱪǝⱨrini qeqip taxliƣin, Xuning bilǝn ⱨǝrbir tǝkǝbburning kɵzigǝ tikilip ⱪarap, Andin uni pǝslǝxtürgin.
12 Look upon every proud one, and bring him low; Yea, tread down the wicked in their place!
Rast, ⱨǝrbir tǝkǝbburning kɵzigǝ tikilip ⱪarap, Andin uni boysundurƣin, Rǝzillǝrni ɵz ornida dǝssǝp yǝr bilǝn yǝksan ⱪil!
13 Hide them in the dust together; Shut up their faces in darkness!
Ularni birgǝ topiƣa kɵmüp ⱪoy, Yoxurun jayda ularning yüzlirini kepǝn bilǝn etip ⱪoyƣin;
14 Then, indeed, will I give thee the praise, That thine own right hand can save thee.
Xundaⱪ ⱪilalisang, Mǝn seni etirap ⱪilip mahtaymǝnki, «Ong ⱪolung ɵzüngni ⱪutⱪuzidu!».
15 Behold the river-horse, which I have made as well as thyself; He feedeth on grass like the ox.
Mǝn sening bilǝn tǝng yaratⱪan begemotni kɵrüp ⱪoy; U kalidǝk ot-qɵp yǝydu.
16 Behold, what strength is in his loins! And what force in the muscles of his belly!
Mana, uning belidiki küqini, Ⱪorsaⱪ muskulliridiki ⱪudritini ⱨazir kɵrüp ⱪoy!
17 He bendeth his tail, like the cedar, And the sinews of his thighs are twisted together.
U ⱪuyruⱪini kedir dǝrihidǝk egidu, Uning yotiliridiki singirliri bir-birigǝ qing toⱪup ⱪoyulƣan.
18 His bones are pipes of brass, And his limbs are bars of iron.
Uning sɵngǝkliri mis turubidǝktur, Put-ⱪolliri tɵmür qoⱪmaⱪlarƣa ohxaydu.
19 He is chief among the works of God; He that made him gave him his sword.
U Tǝngri yaratⱪan janiwarlarning bexidur, Pǝⱪǝt uning Yaratⱪuqisila uningƣa Ɵz ⱪiliqini yeⱪinlaxturalaydu.
20 For the mountains supply him with food, Where all the beasts of the field play.
Taƣlar uningƣa yemǝklik tǝminlǝydu; U yǝrdǝ uning yenida daladiki ⱨǝrbir ⱨaywanlar oynaydu.
21 He lieth down under the lote-plants, In the covert of reeds, and in the fens.
U sǝdǝpgül dǝrǝhlikining astida yatidu, Ⱪomuxluⱪ ⱨǝm sazliⱪning salⱪinida yatidu.
22 The lote-plants cover him with their shadow, And the willows of the brook compass him about.
Sǝdǝpgüllüklǝr ɵz sayisi bilǝn uni yapidu; Ɵstǝngdiki tallar uni orap turidu.
23 Lo! the stream overfloweth, but he starteth not; He is unmoved though Jordan rush forth even to his mouth.
Ⱪara, dǝrya texip ketidu, biraⱪ u ⱨeq ⱨoduⱪmaydu; Ⱨǝtta Iordandǝk bir dǝryamu uning aƣziƣa ɵrkǝxlǝp urulsimu, yǝnila hatirjǝm turiweridu.
24 Can one take him before his eyes, Or pierce his nose with hooks?
Uning aldiƣa berip uni tutⱪili bolamdu? Uni tutup, andin burnini texip qülük ɵtküzgili bolamdu?

< Job 40 >