Ayup 39
1 Sǝn taƣdiki yawa ɵqkilǝrning ⱪaqan tuƣidiƣanliⱪini bilǝmsǝn? Jǝrǝnlǝrning baliliƣanliⱪini kɵzitip baⱪⱪanmusǝn?
Knowest thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth? [Or] canst thou mark when the hinds do calve?
2 Ularning boƣaz bolƣili nǝqqǝ ay bolƣanliⱪini saniyalamsǝn? Ularning balilaydiƣan waⱪtidin hǝwiring barmu?
Canst thou number the months that they fulfil? Or knowest thou the time when they bring forth?
3 Ular ⱪǝddini püküp, yetip balilirini tuƣidu, Ular ɵzidiki tolƣaⱪni qiⱪirip taxlaydu;
They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, They cast out their pains.
4 Ularning baliliri küqlinip yetilidu, Ular dalada ɵsüp, [anisining] yenidin qiⱪip ⱪaytip kǝlmǝydu.
Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field; They go forth, and return not again.
5 Yawa exǝkni dalaƣa ⱪoyuwetip ǝrkinlikkǝ qiⱪarƣan kim? Xax exǝkning nohtilirini yexiwǝtkǝn kim?
Who hath sent out the wild ass free? Or who hath loosed the bonds of the swift ass,
6 Qɵl-bayawanni uning ɵyi ⱪilƣanmǝn, Xorluⱪnimu uning turalƣusi ⱪilƣanmǝn.
Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling-place?
7 U xǝⱨǝrning ⱪiyⱪas-sürǝnliridin yiraⱪ turup uni mazaⱪ ⱪilidu; U exǝkqining warⱪirixinimu anglimaydu.
He scorneth the tumult of the city, Neither heareth he the shoutings of the driver.
8 U taƣlarni ɵz yayliⱪim dǝp kezidu, Xu yǝrdiki ⱨǝmmǝ gül-giyaⱨni izdǝp yüridu.
The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing.
9 Yawa kala bolsa hizmitinggǝ kirixkǝ razi bolamdu? Sening oⱪurungning yenida turuxⱪa unamdu?
Will the wild-ox be content to serve thee? Or will he abide by thy crib?
10 Yawa kalini tana bilǝn baƣlap, tapⱪa qüxürǝlǝmsǝn?! U sanga ǝgixip jilƣilarda mengip tirna tartamdu?
Canst thou bind the wild-ox with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
11 Uning küqi zor bolƣanliⱪi üqün uningƣa tayinamsǝn? Əmgikingni uningƣa amanǝt ⱪilamsǝn?
Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? Or wilt thou leave to him thy labor?
12 Danliringni ɵygǝ kɵtürüp ǝkilixni uningƣa tapxuramsǝn? «[Danlirimni] haminimƣa yiƣixturidu» dǝp uningƣa ixǝnǝmsǝn?
Wilt thou confide in him, that he will bring home thy seed, And gather [the grain] of thy threshing-floor?
13 Tɵgiⱪux ⱪanatlirini xadliⱪ bilǝn ⱪaⱪidu, Biraⱪ bular lǝylǝkning ⱪanat uqliri ⱨǝm pǝylirigǝ yetǝmdu?
The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; [But] are they the pinions and plumage of love?
14 U tuhumlirini yǝrgǝ taxlap ⱪoyidu, Tuhumlirim topida issitilsun, dǝydu.
For she leaveth her eggs on the earth, And warmeth them in the dust,
15 Ularning tasadipiy dǝssilip yanjilidiƣanliⱪini, Dalidiki birǝr ⱨaywanning asanla ularni dǝssǝp-qǝylǝydiƣanliⱪini untuydu.
And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild beast may trample them.
16 Balilirini ɵzining ǝmǝstǝk baƣrini ⱪattiⱪ ⱪilidu; Uning tuƣutining ǝjri bikarƣa ketidu, Biraⱪ u pisǝnt ⱪilmiƣandǝk turidu.
She dealeth hardly with her young ones, as if they were not hers: Though her labor be in vain, [she is] without fear;
17 Qünki Tǝngri uni kǝm ǝⱪil ⱪilƣan, Uningƣa danaliⱪni bǝrmigǝn.
Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, Neither hath he imparted to her understanding.
18 Ⱨalbuki, u yügürüx aldida mǝydisini yuⱪiriƣa kɵtürginidǝ, At ⱨǝm atliⱪlarni kǝmsitip mazaⱪ ⱪilidu.
What time she lifteth up herself on high, She scorneth the horse and his rider.
19 Sǝn atⱪa küq beƣixliƣanmiding? Sǝn uning boyniƣa yǝlpünüp turidiƣan yaylini kiygüzgǝnmiding?
Hast thou given the horse [his] might? Hast thou clothed his neck with the quivering mane?
20 Sǝn uni ⱨǝywǝtlik purⱪuxliri bilǝn adǝmni ⱪorⱪutidiƣan, Qekǝtkidǝk sǝkrǝydiƣan ⱪilalamsǝn?
Hast thou made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrible.
21 U ǝxǝddiylik bilǝn yǝr tatilap-zohqup, Ɵz küqidin xadlinip ketidu, Ⱪoralliⱪ ⱪoxun bilǝn jǝng ⱪilixⱪa atlinidu.
He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth out to meet the armed men.
22 U ⱪorⱪunqⱪa nisbǝtǝn külüpla ⱪoyidu, Ⱨeqnemidin ⱪorⱪmaydu; Ⱪiliqning bisidin u yanmaydu.
He mocketh at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither turneth he back from the sword.
23 Oⱪdan, julaliⱪ nǝyzǝ, Gɵrzimu uning yenida xaraⱪxiydu,
The quiver rattleth against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.
24 U yǝrni aqqiⱪ ⱨǝm ƣǝzǝp bilǝn yutuwetidu, [Jǝng] kanayini bir anglapla ⱨayajanlinip ⱪin-ⱪiniƣa patmay ketidu.
He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the trumpet.
25 Kanaylarning awazi bilǝnla u: «Ayⱨay!» dǝydu, U jǝngni yiraⱪtin purap bolidu. U sǝrkǝrdilǝrning towlaxlirini, jǝngqilǝrning warⱪiraxlirini huxalliⱪ bilǝn anglaydu.
As oft as the trumpet [soundeth] he saith, Aha! And he smelleth the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
26 Sar sening ǝⱪling bilǝn uqamdu, Ⱪanatlirini jǝnubⱪa ⱪarap kerǝmdu?
Is it by thy wisdom that the hawk soareth, [And] stretcheth her wings toward the south?
27 Bürküt buyruⱪung bilǝn yuⱪiriƣa pǝrwaz ⱪilip kɵtürülǝmdu, Uwisini yuⱪiriƣa salamdu?
Is it at thy command that the eagle mounteth up, And maketh her nest on high?
28 U ⱪoram taxning üstidǝ makanlixidu, U taƣning qoⱪⱪisiƣa ⱪonidu, Tik ⱪiyanimu turalƣusi ⱪilidu.
On the cliff she dwelleth, and maketh her home, Upon the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.
29 Xu yǝrdin u owni paylap bayⱪiwalidu, Kɵzliri yiraⱪ-yiraⱪlarni kɵzitidu.
From thence she spieth out the prey; Her eyes behold it afar off.
30 Uning baliliri ⱪan xoraydu; Ɵltürülgǝnlǝr nǝdǝ bolsa, u xu yǝrdǝ bolidu».
Her young ones also suck up blood: And where the slain are, there is she.
