< Job 41 >

1 Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook? Or tie up his jaws with a cord?
Lewiatanni ⱪarmaⱪ bilǝn tartalamsǝn? Uning tilini arƣamqa bilǝn [baƣlap] basalamsǝn?
2 Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
Uning burniƣa ⱪomux qülükni kirgüzǝlǝmsǝn? Uning engikini tɵmür nǝyzǝ bilǝn texǝlǝmsǝn?
3 Will he make many pleas to you? Will he speak soft words to you?
U sanga arⱪa-arⱪidin iltija ⱪilamdu? Yaki sanga yawaxliⱪ bilǝn sɵz ⱪilamdu?
4 Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
U sǝn bilǝn ǝⱨdǝ tüzüp, Xuning bilǝn sǝn uni mǝnggü malay süpitidǝ ⱪobul ⱪilalamsǝn?
5 Will you play with him as you would with a bird? Will you tie him up for your servant girls?
Sǝn uni ⱪuxⱪaqni oynatⱪandǝk oynitamsǝn? Dedǝkliringning ⱨuzuri üqün uni baƣlap ⱪoyamsǝn?
6 Will the groups of fishermen bargain for him? Will they divide him up to trade among the merchants?
Tijarǝtqilǝr uning üstidǝ sodilixamdu? Uni sodigǝrlǝrgǝ bɵlüxtürüp berǝmdu?
7 Can you fill his hide with harpoons or his head with fishing spears?
Sǝn uning pütkül terisigǝ atarnǝyzini sanjiyalamsǝn? Uning bexiƣa qanggak bilǝn sanjiyalamsǝn?!
8 Put your hand on him just once, and you will remember the battle and do it no more.
Ⱪolungni uningƣa birla tǝgküzgǝndin keyin, Bu jǝngni ǝslǝp ikkinqi undaⱪ ⱪilƣuqi bolmaysǝn!
9 See, the hope of anyone who does that is a lie; will not anyone be thrown down to the ground just by the 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 Leviathan up; who, then, is he who can stand before me?
Uning jeniƣa tegixkǝ petinalaydiƣan ⱨeqkim yoⱪtur; Undaⱪta Mening aldimda turmaⱪqi bolƣan kimdur?
11 Who has first given anything to me in order that I should repay him? Whatever is under the whole sky 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 keep silent concerning Leviathan's legs, nor about the matter of his strength, nor about his graceful form.
[Lewiatanning] ǝzaliri, Uning zor küqi, Uning tüzülüxining güzǝlliki toƣruluⱪ, Mǝn süküt ⱪilip turalmaymǝn.
13 Who can strip off his outer covering? Who can penetrate his double armor?
Kim uning sawutluⱪ tonini salduruwetǝlisun? Kim uning ⱪox engiki iqigǝ kiriwalalisun?
14 Who can open the doors of his face— ringed with his teeth, which are a terror?
Kim uning yüz dǝrwazilirini aqalalisun? Uning qixliri ǝtrapida wǝⱨimǝ yatidu.
15 his back is made up of rows of shields, tight together as with a close seal.
Ⱪasiraⱪlirining sǝpliri uning pǝhridur, Ular bir-birigǝ qing qaplaxturulƣanki,
16 One is so near to another that no air can come between them.
Bir-birigǝ xamal kirmǝs yeⱪin turidu.
17 They are joined to each other; they stick together, so that they cannot be pulled apart.
Ularning ⱨǝrbiri ɵz ⱨǝmraⱨliriƣa qaplaxⱪandur; Bir-birigǝ ziq yepixturulƣan, ⱨeq ayrilmastur.
18 Light flashes out from his snorting; his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning dawn.
Uning qüxkürüxliridin nur qaⱪnaydu, Uning kɵzliri sǝⱨǝrdiki ⱪapaⱪtǝktur.
19 Out of his mouth go burning torches, sparks of fire leap out.
Uning aƣzidin otlar qiⱪip turidu; Ot uqⱪunliri sǝkrǝp qiⱪidu.
20 Out of his nostrils goes smoke like a boiling pot on a fire that has been fanned to be very hot.
Ⱪomux gülhanƣa ⱪoyƣan ⱪaynawatⱪan ⱪazandin qiⱪⱪan ⱨordǝk, Uning burun tɵxükidin tütün qiⱪip turidu;
21 His breath kindles coals into flame; fires go out from his mouth.
Uning nǝpisi kɵmürlǝrni tutaxturidu, Uning aƣzidin bir yalⱪun qiⱪidu.
22 In his neck is strength, and terror dances in front of him.
Boynida zor küq yatidu, Wǝⱨimǝ uning aldida sǝkrixip oynaydu.
23 The folds of his flesh are joined together; they are firm on him; they cannot be moved.
Uning ǝtliri ⱪat-ⱪat birlǝxtürülüp qing turidu; Üstidiki [ⱪasiraⱪliri] yepixturulup, midirlimay turidu.
24 His heart is as hard as a stone— indeed, as hard as a lower millstone.
Uning yüriki bǝǝyni taxtǝk mustǝⱨkǝm turidu, Ⱨǝtta tügmǝnning asti texidǝk mǝzmut turidu.
25 When he raises himself up, even the gods become afraid; because of fear, they draw back.
U ornidin ⱪozƣalsa, palwanlarmu ⱪorⱪup ⱪalidu; Uning tolƣinip xawⱪunlixidin alaⱪzadǝ bolup ketidu.
26 If a sword strikes him, it does nothing— and neither does a spear, an arrow, or any other pointed weapon.
Birsi ⱪiliqni uningƣa tǝgküzsimu, ⱨeq ünümi yoⱪ; Nǝyzǝ, atarnǝyzǝ wǝ yaki qanggaⱪ bolsimu bǝribir ünümsizdur.
27 He thinks of iron as if it were straw, and of bronze as if it were rotten wood.
U tɵmürni samandǝk, Misni por yaƣaqtǝk qaƣlaydu.
28 An arrow cannot make him flee; to him sling stones become chaff.
Oⱪya bolsa uni ⱪorⱪitip ⱪaqⱪuzalmaydu; Salƣa taxliri uning aldida pahalƣa aylinidu.
29 Clubs are regarded as straw; he laughs at the whirring flight of a spear.
Toⱪmaⱪlarmu pahaldǝk ⱨeqnemǝ ⱨesablanmaydu; U nǝyzǝ-xǝxbǝrning tǝnglinixigǝ ⱪarap külüp ⱪoyidu.
30 His lower parts are like sharp pieces of broken pottery; he leaves a spreading trail in the mud as if he were a threshing sledge.
Uning asti ⱪismi bolsa ɵtkür sapal parqiliridur; U lay üstigǝ qong tirna bilǝn tatiliƣandǝk iz ⱪalduridu.
31 He makes the deep to foam up like a pot of boiling water; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
U dengiz-okyanlarni ⱪazandǝk ⱪaynitiwetidu; U dengizni ⱪazandiki mǝlⱨǝmdǝk waraⱪxitidu;
32 He makes a shining wake behind him; one would think the deep had gray hair.
U mangsa mangƣan yoli parⱪiraydu; Adǝm [buȥƣunlarni kɵrüp] qongⱪur dengizni ap’aⱪ qaqliⱪ boway dǝp oylap ⱪalidu.
33 On earth there is no equal to him, who has been made to live without fear.
Yǝr yüzidǝ uning tǝngdixi yoⱪtur, U ⱨeq ⱪorⱪmas yaritilƣan.
34 He sees everything that is proud; he is king over all the sons of pride.”
U büyüklǝrning ⱨǝrⱪandiⱪiƣa [jür’ǝt bilǝn] nǝzǝr selip, ⱪorⱪmaydu; U barliⱪ mǝƣrur ⱨaywanlarning padixaⱨidur».

< Job 41 >