Ayup 41
1 Lewiatanni ⱪarmaⱪ bilǝn tartalamsǝn? Uning tilini arƣamqa bilǝn [baƣlap] basalamsǝn?
“Can you draw out Leviathan with a fish hook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
2 Uning burniƣa ⱪomux qülükni kirgüzǝlǝmsǝn? Uning engikini tɵmür nǝyzǝ bilǝn texǝlǝmsǝn?
Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
3 U sanga arⱪa-arⱪidin iltija ⱪilamdu? Yaki sanga yawaxliⱪ bilǝn sɵz ⱪilamdu?
Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?
4 U sǝn bilǝn ǝⱨdǝ tüzüp, Xuning bilǝn sǝn uni mǝnggü malay süpitidǝ ⱪobul ⱪilalamsǝn?
Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
5 Sǝn uni ⱪuxⱪaqni oynatⱪandǝk oynitamsǝn? Dedǝkliringning ⱨuzuri üqün uni baƣlap ⱪoyamsǝn?
Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
6 Tijarǝtqilǝr uning üstidǝ sodilixamdu? Uni sodigǝrlǝrgǝ bɵlüxtürüp berǝmdu?
Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?
7 Sǝn uning pütkül terisigǝ atarnǝyzini sanjiyalamsǝn? Uning bexiƣa qanggak bilǝn sanjiyalamsǝn?!
Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
8 Ⱪolungni uningƣa birla tǝgküzgǝndin keyin, Bu jǝngni ǝslǝp ikkinqi undaⱪ ⱪilƣuqi bolmaysǝn!
Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.
9 Mana, «[uni boysundurimǝn]» degǝn ⱨǝrⱪandaⱪ ümid biⱨudiliktur; Ⱨǝtta uni bir kɵrüpla, ümidsizlinip yǝrgǝ ⱪarap ⱪalidu ǝmǝsmu?
Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won’t one be cast down even at the sight of him?
10 Uning jeniƣa tegixkǝ petinalaydiƣan ⱨeqkim yoⱪtur; Undaⱪta Mening aldimda turmaⱪqi bolƣan kimdur?
None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
11 Asman astidiki ⱨǝmmǝ nǝrsǝ Mening tursa, Mening aldimƣa kim kelip «manga tegixlikini bǝrginǝ» dǝp baⱪⱪan ikǝn, Mǝn uningƣa ⱪayturuxⱪa tegixlikmu?
Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.
12 [Lewiatanning] ǝzaliri, Uning zor küqi, Uning tüzülüxining güzǝlliki toƣruluⱪ, Mǝn süküt ⱪilip turalmaymǝn.
“I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
13 Kim uning sawutluⱪ tonini salduruwetǝlisun? Kim uning ⱪox engiki iqigǝ kiriwalalisun?
Who can strip off his outer garment? Who will come within his jaws?
14 Kim uning yüz dǝrwazilirini aqalalisun? Uning qixliri ǝtrapida wǝⱨimǝ yatidu.
Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
15 Ⱪasiraⱪlirining sǝpliri uning pǝhridur, Ular bir-birigǝ qing qaplaxturulƣanki,
Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.
16 Bir-birigǝ xamal kirmǝs yeⱪin turidu.
One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
17 Ularning ⱨǝrbiri ɵz ⱨǝmraⱨliriƣa qaplaxⱪandur; Bir-birigǝ ziq yepixturulƣan, ⱨeq ayrilmastur.
They are joined to one another. They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.
18 Uning qüxkürüxliridin nur qaⱪnaydu, Uning kɵzliri sǝⱨǝrdiki ⱪapaⱪtǝktur.
His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
19 Uning aƣzidin otlar qiⱪip turidu; Ot uqⱪunliri sǝkrǝp qiⱪidu.
Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap out.
20 Ⱪomux gülhanƣa ⱪoyƣan ⱪaynawatⱪan ⱪazandin qiⱪⱪan ⱨordǝk, Uning burun tɵxükidin tütün qiⱪip turidu;
Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
21 Uning nǝpisi kɵmürlǝrni tutaxturidu, Uning aƣzidin bir yalⱪun qiⱪidu.
His breath kindles coals. A flame goes out of his mouth.
22 Boynida zor küq yatidu, Wǝⱨimǝ uning aldida sǝkrixip oynaydu.
There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
23 Uning ǝtliri ⱪat-ⱪat birlǝxtürülüp qing turidu; Üstidiki [ⱪasiraⱪliri] yepixturulup, midirlimay turidu.
The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can’t be moved.
24 Uning yüriki bǝǝyni taxtǝk mustǝⱨkǝm turidu, Ⱨǝtta tügmǝnning asti texidǝk mǝzmut turidu.
His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
25 U ornidin ⱪozƣalsa, palwanlarmu ⱪorⱪup ⱪalidu; Uning tolƣinip xawⱪunlixidin alaⱪzadǝ bolup ketidu.
When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
26 Birsi ⱪiliqni uningƣa tǝgküzsimu, ⱨeq ünümi yoⱪ; Nǝyzǝ, atarnǝyzǝ wǝ yaki qanggaⱪ bolsimu bǝribir ünümsizdur.
If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
27 U tɵmürni samandǝk, Misni por yaƣaqtǝk qaƣlaydu.
He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
28 Oⱪya bolsa uni ⱪorⱪitip ⱪaqⱪuzalmaydu; Salƣa taxliri uning aldida pahalƣa aylinidu.
The arrow can’t make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
29 Toⱪmaⱪlarmu pahaldǝk ⱨeqnemǝ ⱨesablanmaydu; U nǝyzǝ-xǝxbǝrning tǝnglinixigǝ ⱪarap külüp ⱪoyidu.
Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
30 Uning asti ⱪismi bolsa ɵtkür sapal parqiliridur; U lay üstigǝ qong tirna bilǝn tatiliƣandǝk iz ⱪalduridu.
His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
31 U dengiz-okyanlarni ⱪazandǝk ⱪaynitiwetidu; U dengizni ⱪazandiki mǝlⱨǝmdǝk waraⱪxitidu;
He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
32 U mangsa mangƣan yoli parⱪiraydu; Adǝm [buȥƣunlarni kɵrüp] qongⱪur dengizni ap’aⱪ qaqliⱪ boway dǝp oylap ⱪalidu.
He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
33 Yǝr yüzidǝ uning tǝngdixi yoⱪtur, U ⱨeq ⱪorⱪmas yaritilƣan.
On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
34 U büyüklǝrning ⱨǝrⱪandiⱪiƣa [jür’ǝt bilǝn] nǝzǝr selip, ⱪorⱪmaydu; U barliⱪ mǝƣrur ⱨaywanlarning padixaⱨidur».
He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride.”
