< Job 39 >

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

< Job 39 >