Job 41
1 Canst thou draw forth the crocodile with a hook, Or press down his tongue with a cord?
Lewiatanni ⱪarmaⱪ bilǝn tartalamsǝn? Uning tilini arƣamqa bilǝn [baƣlap] basalamsǝn?
2 Canst thou put a rope into his nose, Or pierce his cheek with a hook?
Uning burniƣa ⱪomux qülükni kirgüzǝlǝmsǝn? Uning engikini tɵmür nǝyzǝ bilǝn texǝlǝmsǝn?
3 Will he make many entreaties to thee? Will he speak soft words to thee?
U sanga arⱪa-arⱪidin iltija ⱪilamdu? Yaki sanga yawaxliⱪ bilǝn sɵz ⱪilamdu?
4 Will he make a covenant with thee? Canst thou take him for a servant for ever?
U sǝn bilǝn ǝⱨdǝ tüzüp, Xuning bilǝn sǝn uni mǝnggü malay süpitidǝ ⱪobul ⱪilalamsǝn?
5 Canst thou play with him, as with a bird? Or canst thou bind him for thy maidens?
Sǝn uni ⱪuxⱪaqni oynatⱪandǝk oynitamsǝn? Dedǝkliringning ⱨuzuri üqün uni baƣlap ⱪoyamsǝn?
6 Do men in company lay snares for him? Do they divide him among the merchants?
Tijarǝtqilǝr uning üstidǝ sodilixamdu? Uni sodigǝrlǝrgǝ bɵlüxtürüp berǝmdu?
7 Canst thou fill his skirt with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?
Sǝn uning pütkül terisigǝ atarnǝyzini sanjiyalamsǝn? Uning bexiƣa qanggak bilǝn sanjiyalamsǝn?!
8 Do but lay thy hand upon him, —Thou wilt no more think of battle!
Ⱪolungni uningƣa birla tǝgküzgǝndin keyin, Bu jǝngni ǝslǝp ikkinqi undaⱪ ⱪilƣuqi bolmaysǝn!
9 Behold, his hope is vain! Is he not cast down at the very sight of him?
Mana, «[uni boysundurimǝn]» degǝn ⱨǝrⱪandaⱪ ümid biⱨudiliktur; Ⱨǝtta uni bir kɵrüpla, ümidsizlinip yǝrgǝ ⱪarap ⱪalidu ǝmǝsmu?
10 None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?
Uning jeniƣa tegixkǝ petinalaydiƣan ⱨeqkim yoⱪtur; Undaⱪta Mening aldimda turmaⱪqi bolƣan kimdur?
11 Who hath done me a favor, that I must repay him? Whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.
Asman astidiki ⱨǝmmǝ nǝrsǝ Mening tursa, Mening aldimƣa kim kelip «manga tegixlikini bǝrginǝ» dǝp baⱪⱪan ikǝn, Mǝn uningƣa ⱪayturuxⱪa tegixlikmu?
12 I will not be silent concerning his limbs, And his strength, and the beauty of his armor.
[Lewiatanning] ǝzaliri, Uning zor küqi, Uning tüzülüxining güzǝlliki toƣruluⱪ, Mǝn süküt ⱪilip turalmaymǝn.
13 Who can uncover the surface of his garment? Who will approach his jaws?
Kim uning sawutluⱪ tonini salduruwetǝlisun? Kim uning ⱪox engiki iqigǝ kiriwalalisun?
14 Who will open the doors of his face? The rows of his teeth are terrible!
Kim uning yüz dǝrwazilirini aqalalisun? Uning qixliri ǝtrapida wǝⱨimǝ yatidu.
15 His glory is his strong shields, United with each other, as with a close seal.
Ⱪasiraⱪlirining sǝpliri uning pǝhridur, Ular bir-birigǝ qing qaplaxturulƣanki,
16 They are joined one to another, So that no air can come between them.
Bir-birigǝ xamal kirmǝs yeⱪin turidu.
17 They cleave fast to each other, They hold together, and cannot be separated.
Ularning ⱨǝrbiri ɵz ⱨǝmraⱨliriƣa qaplaxⱪandur; Bir-birigǝ ziq yepixturulƣan, ⱨeq ayrilmastur.
18 His sneezing sendeth forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelashes of the morning.
Uning qüxkürüxliridin nur qaⱪnaydu, Uning kɵzliri sǝⱨǝrdiki ⱪapaⱪtǝktur.
19 Out of his mouth go flames, And sparks of fire leap forth.
Uning aƣzidin otlar qiⱪip turidu; Ot uqⱪunliri sǝkrǝp qiⱪidu.
20 From his nostrils issueth smoke, as from a heated pot, or caldron.
Ⱪomux gülhanƣa ⱪoyƣan ⱪaynawatⱪan ⱪazandin qiⱪⱪan ⱨordǝk, Uning burun tɵxükidin tütün qiⱪip turidu;
21 His breath kindleth coals, And flames issue from his mouth.
Uning nǝpisi kɵmürlǝrni tutaxturidu, Uning aƣzidin bir yalⱪun qiⱪidu.
22 In his neck dwelleth strength, And terror danceth before him.
Boynida zor küq yatidu, Wǝⱨimǝ uning aldida sǝkrixip oynaydu.
23 The flakes of his flesh cleave fast together; They are firm upon him, and cannot be moved.
Uning ǝtliri ⱪat-ⱪat birlǝxtürülüp qing turidu; Üstidiki [ⱪasiraⱪliri] yepixturulup, midirlimay turidu.
24 His heart is solid like a stone; Yea, solid like the nether millstone.
Uning yüriki bǝǝyni taxtǝk mustǝⱨkǝm turidu, Ⱨǝtta tügmǝnning asti texidǝk mǝzmut turidu.
25 When he riseth up, the mighty are afraid; Yea, they lose themselves for terror.
U ornidin ⱪozƣalsa, palwanlarmu ⱪorⱪup ⱪalidu; Uning tolƣinip xawⱪunlixidin alaⱪzadǝ bolup ketidu.
26 The sword of him that assaileth him doth not stand, The spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
Birsi ⱪiliqni uningƣa tǝgküzsimu, ⱨeq ünümi yoⱪ; Nǝyzǝ, atarnǝyzǝ wǝ yaki qanggaⱪ bolsimu bǝribir ünümsizdur.
27 He regardeth iron as straw, And brass as rotten wood.
U tɵmürni samandǝk, Misni por yaƣaqtǝk qaƣlaydu.
28 The arrow cannot make him flee; Sling-stones to him become stubble;
Oⱪya bolsa uni ⱪorⱪitip ⱪaqⱪuzalmaydu; Salƣa taxliri uning aldida pahalƣa aylinidu.
29 Clubs are accounted by him as straw; He laugheth at the shaking of the spear.
Toⱪmaⱪlarmu pahaldǝk ⱨeqnemǝ ⱨesablanmaydu; U nǝyzǝ-xǝxbǝrning tǝnglinixigǝ ⱪarap külüp ⱪoyidu.
30 Under him are sharp potsherds; He spreadeth out a thrashing-sledge upon the mire.
Uning asti ⱪismi bolsa ɵtkür sapal parqiliridur; U lay üstigǝ qong tirna bilǝn tatiliƣandǝk iz ⱪalduridu.
31 He maketh the deep to boil like a caldron; He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
U dengiz-okyanlarni ⱪazandǝk ⱪaynitiwetidu; U dengizni ⱪazandiki mǝlⱨǝmdǝk waraⱪxitidu;
32 Behind him he leaveth a shining path; One would think the deep to be hoary.
U mangsa mangƣan yoli parⱪiraydu; Adǝm [buȥƣunlarni kɵrüp] qongⱪur dengizni ap’aⱪ qaqliⱪ boway dǝp oylap ⱪalidu.
33 Upon the earth there is not his master; He is made without fear.
Yǝr yüzidǝ uning tǝngdixi yoⱪtur, U ⱨeq ⱪorⱪmas yaritilƣan.
34 He looketh down upon all that is high; He is king over all the sons of pride.
U büyüklǝrning ⱨǝrⱪandiⱪiƣa [jür’ǝt bilǝn] nǝzǝr selip, ⱪorⱪmaydu; U barliⱪ mǝƣrur ⱨaywanlarning padixaⱨidur».
