< Job 40 >

1 And Yahweh responded to Job, and said: —
Pǝrwǝrdigar Ayupⱪa yǝnǝ jawabǝn: —
2 Shall a reprover contend, with the Almighty? He that disputeth with GOD, let him answer it!
«Ⱨǝmmigǝ Ⱪadir bilǝn dǝwalaxidiƣan kixi uningƣa tǝrbiyǝ ⱪilmaⱪqimu? Tǝngrini ǝyibligüqi kixi jawab bǝrsun!» — dedi.
3 Then Job responded to Yahweh, and said: —
Ayup bolsa Pǝrwǝrdigarƣa jawabǝn: —
4 Lo! I am of no account, what shall I reply to thee? My hand, have I laid on 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 proceed, yea twice, but I will not add.
Bir ⱪetim dedim, mǝn yǝnǝ jawab bǝrmǝymǝn; Xundaⱪ, ikki ⱪetim desǝm mǝn ⱪayta sɵzlimǝymǝn» — dedi.
6 So then Yahweh responded to Job, out of a storm, and said: —
Andin Pǝrwǝrdigar ⱪara ⱪuyun iqidin Ayupⱪa jawab berip mundaⱪ dedi: —
7 Gird, I pray thee—as a strong man—thy loins, I will ask thee, and inform thou me.
«Ərkǝktǝk belingni qing baƣla, Andin Mǝn sǝndin soray; Sǝn Meni hǝwǝrdar ⱪilƣin.
8 Wilt thou even frustrate my justice? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest appear right?
Sǝn dǝrwǝⱪǝ Mening ⱨɵkümimni pütünlǝy bikarƣa kǝtküzmǝkqimusǝn? Sǝn ɵzüngni ⱨǝⱪⱪaniy ⱪilimǝn dǝp, Meni natoƣra dǝp ǝyiblimǝkqimusǝn?
9 But if, an arm like GOD, thou hast, and, with a voice like his, thou canst thunder,
Sening Tǝngrining bilikidǝk [küqlük] bir biliking barmu? Sǝn Uningdǝk awaz bilǝn güldürliyǝlǝmsǝn?
10 Deck thyself, I pray thee, with majesty and grandeur, Yea, with dignity and splendour, thou shalt clothe thyself;
Ⱪeni, ⱨazir ɵzüngni xan-xǝrǝp ⱨǝm salapǝt bilǝn beziwal! Ⱨǝywǝt ⱨǝm kɵrkǝmlik bilǝn ɵzüngni kiyindürüp,
11 Pour out thy transports of anger, and look on every one who is high, and lay him low;
Ƣǝzipingning ⱪǝⱨrini qeqip taxliƣin, Xuning bilǝn ⱨǝrbir tǝkǝbburning kɵzigǝ tikilip ⱪarap, Andin uni pǝslǝxtürgin.
12 Look on every one who is high, and humble him, yea tread down the lawless, on the spot:
Rast, ⱨǝrbir tǝkǝbburning kɵzigǝ tikilip ⱪarap, Andin uni boysundurƣin, Rǝzillǝrni ɵz ornida dǝssǝp yǝr bilǝn yǝksan ⱪil!
13 Hide them in the dust all together, Their faces, bind thou in darkness;
Ularni birgǝ topiƣa kɵmüp ⱪoy, Yoxurun jayda ularning yüzlirini kepǝn bilǝn etip ⱪoyƣin;
14 And, even I myself, will praise thee, in that thine own right hand can bring thee salvation.
Xundaⱪ ⱪilalisang, Mǝn seni etirap ⱪilip mahtaymǝnki, «Ong ⱪolung ɵzüngni ⱪutⱪuzidu!».
15 Behold, I pray thee, the Hippopotamus, which I made with thee, Grass—like the ox, he eateth;
Mǝn sening bilǝn tǝng yaratⱪan begemotni kɵrüp ⱪoy; U kalidǝk ot-qɵp yǝydu.
16 Behold, I pray thee, his strength in his loins, and his force, in the muscles of his belly;
Mana, uning belidiki küqini, Ⱪorsaⱪ muskulliridiki ⱪudritini ⱨazir kɵrüp ⱪoy!
17 He bendeth down his tail like a cedar, 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 barrels of bronze, his frame, is like hammered bars of iron:
Uning sɵngǝkliri mis turubidǝktur, Put-ⱪolliri tɵmür qoⱪmaⱪlarƣa ohxaydu.
19 He, is the beginning of the ways of GOD, Let his maker, present him his sword:
U Tǝngri yaratⱪan janiwarlarning bexidur, Pǝⱪǝt uning Yaratⱪuqisila uningƣa Ɵz ⱪiliqini yeⱪinlaxturalaydu.
20 Surely the mountains bring, produce, to him, where, all the wild beasts of the field, do play;
Taƣlar uningƣa yemǝklik tǝminlǝydu; U yǝrdǝ uning yenida daladiki ⱨǝrbir ⱨaywanlar oynaydu.
21 Under the lotus-trees, he lieth down, in a covert of reed and swamp;
U sǝdǝpgül dǝrǝhlikining astida yatidu, Ⱪomuxluⱪ ⱨǝm sazliⱪning salⱪinida yatidu.
22 The lotus-trees cover him with their shade, the willows of the torrent-bed compass him about;
Sǝdǝpgüllüklǝr ɵz sayisi bilǝn uni yapidu; Ɵstǝngdiki tallar uni orap turidu.
23 Lo! the river becometh insolent—he is not alarmed! He is confident, though a Jordan burst forth to his mouth:
Ⱪara, dǝrya texip ketidu, biraⱪ u ⱨeq ⱨoduⱪmaydu; Ⱨǝtta Iordandǝk bir dǝryamu uning aƣziƣa ɵrkǝxlǝp urulsimu, yǝnila hatirjǝm turiweridu.
24 Before his eyes, shall he be caught? With a hook, can one pierce his nose?
Uning aldiƣa berip uni tutⱪili bolamdu? Uni tutup, andin burnini texip qülük ɵtküzgili bolamdu?

< Job 40 >