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ἀποβήσεται δὲ αὐτῷ κενά,

ἡ δὲ κοιλία αὐτοῦ ὑποίσει δόλον.

῾γπολαβὼν δὲ ᾿Ιὼβ λέγει

Ἀκήκοα τοιαῦτα πολλά· παρακλήτοπες κακῶν πάντες.

τί γάρ; μὴ τάξις ἐσὶν ῥήμασιν πνεύματος; ἤ τί

παρακλήτορες κακῶν πάντες.

ἤ τί παρενοχλήσει σοι ὅτι ἀποκρίνῃ;

κἀγὼ καθʼ ὑμᾶς λαλήσω.

εἰ ὑπέκειτό γε ἡ ψυχὴ ὑμῶν ἀντὶ τῆς ἐμῆς.

εἶτ᾿ ἐναλοῦμαι ὑμῖν ῥήμασιν,

κινήσω δὲ καθʼ ὑμῶν κεφαλήν.

εἴη δὲ ἰσχὺς ἐν τῷ στόματί μου.

κίνησιν δέ χειλέων οὐ φείσομαι.

ἐὰν γὰρ λαλήσω, οὐκ ἀλγήσω τὸ τραῦμα·

ἐὰν δὲ καὶ σιωπήσω, τί ἔλαττον τρωθήσομαι;

νῦυ δὲ κατάκοπόν με πεποίηκεν, μωρόν, σεσηπότα,

καὶ ἐπελάβου μου· ⁹εἰς μαρτύριον ἐγενήθη·

καὶ ἀνέστη ἐν ἐμοὶ τὸ ψεῦδός μου,

κατὰ πρόσωπόν μου ἀνταπεκρίθη.

ὀργῇ χρησάμενος κατέβαλέν με,

ἔβρυξεν ἐπʼ ἐμὲ τοὺς ὀδόντας.

βέλη πειρατῶν αὐτοῦ ἐπʼ ἐμοὶ ἔπεσεν.

ἀκίσιν ὀφθαλμῶν ἐνήλατο,

ὀξεῖ ἔπαισέν με εἰς τὰ γόνατα,

ὁμοθυμαδὸν δὲ κατέδραμον ἐπʼ ἐμοί.

παρέδωκεν γάρ με ὁ κύριος εἰς χεῖρας ἀδίκου.

ἐπὶ δὲ ἀσεβέσιν ἔρριψέν με.

εἰρηνεύοντα διεσκέδασέν με·

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λαβὠν με τῆς κόμης διέτιλεν,

κατέστησέν με ὥσπερ σκοπόν.

ἐκύκλωσάν με λόγχαις

βάλλοντες εἰς νεφρούς μου, οὐ φειδόμενοι

ἐξέχεαν εἰς τὴν γῆν τὴν χολήν μου·

κατέβαλόν με πτῶμα ἐπὶ πτώματι,

ἔδραμον πρὸς μέ δυνάμενοι

σάκκον ἔραψαν ἐπὶ βύρσης μου.

τὸ δὲ σθένος μου ἐν γῇ ἐσβέσθη.

ἡ γαστήρ μου συνκέκαυται ἀπὸ κλαυθμοῦ,

ἐπὶ δὲ βλεφάροις μου σκιά·

ἄδικον δὲ οὐδὲν ἦν ἐν χερσίν μου,

εὐχὴ δέ μου καθαρά.

γῆ, μὴ ἐπικαλύψῃς ἐφʼ αἵματι τῆς σαρκός μου.

μηδὲ εἵη τόπος τῇ κραυγῇ μου.

καὶ νῦν ἰδοὺ ἐν οὐρανοῖς ὁ μάρτυς μου,

ὁ δὲ συνίστωρ μου ἐν ὑψίστοις.

ἀφίκοιτό μου ἡ δέησις πρὸς Κύριον,

ἔναντι δὲ αὐτοῦ στάζοι μου ὁ ὀφθαλμός.

εἴη δὲ ἔλεγχος ἀνδρὶ ἔναντι Κυρίου,

καὶ υἱῷ ἀνθρώπου τῷ πλησίον αὐτοῦ.

ἔτη δὲ ἀριθμητὰ ἥκασιν,

ὁδῷ δὲ ᾖ οὐκ ἐπαναστραφήσομαι πορεύσομαι.

Job. Septuaginta. ed. Henry Barclay Swete D.D.. United States. 2017.

Funding provided by Harvard Library Arcadia Fund.

Current edition First1KGreek

Ἰώβ (Greek) (Septuaginta. The Old Testament in Greek According to the Septuagint. Volume 2: I Chronicles-Tobit. Swete, Henry Barclay, editor. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1896.)

Editions (1)

Homeric Greek (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (James Duport, Threnothriambos: a Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 16.1 focus

Τὸν δ' ἠμείβετ' ἔπειτα πολύτλας δῖος Ἴωβος,

Πυκνὰ μάλα στενάχων, καὶ ὀδύρετο κηρόθι μᾶλλον·

Ἦ μὲν ἐγὼ τὸ πάροιθεν ἀκήκοα πολλὰ τοιαῦτα.

Ὦ ἕταροι δυσέταροι, ἀπηνέα θυμὸν ἔχοντες,

Σχέτλιοί ἐστε φίλοι, ζηλήμονες ἔξοχον ἄλλων,

Δειλοί τ' ἐπιδανοί τε ἐμῆς παρακλήτορες ἄτης.

Ὦ Ἐλιφᾶ, μάλα πως με καθίκεο θυμὸν ἐνιπῇ·

Ἀλλὰ σὺ μήποτ' ἀπολλήξεις μεταμώνια βάζων,

Τίπτέ με λωβάεις κρατερῇ φρεσὶν ἄλγε' ἔχοντα;

Τίπτέ σ' ἐποτρύνει κραδίη καὶ θυμὸς ἀγήνωρ;

"Οὕτω λαβραγόρῳ ἐμβαῖν'; ἐπεὶ οὐδέ τι σε χρή.

Ἦ τίνι θαρσήσας συγερῷ μ' ἠμείψαο μύθῳ;

Καί κεν ἐγὼν εἴποιμι, τά θ' ὑμεῖς, εἴ νύ περ ὔμμε

"Ἴση μοῖρα δάμασσε, καὶ εἰ κακὰ τόσσα πέποσθε,

"Ὄσσ' ἐγὼ ἀλλήκτῳ κραδίῃ πάθον, ἠδ' ἐμόγησα·

Καί κ' ἐγὼ ἠδυναίμην γ' καθ' ὑμέων, αἴκ' ἐθέλοιμι,

Κινῆσαί τε κάρη, καὶ ὀνείδεα μυθήσασθαι.

Στηρίξαιμι δὲ μᾶλλον ἀκεισιπόνῳ τινὶ μύθῳ

Τειρομένους ἑτάρους, καὶ ἄκος γλυκυμείλιχον εἴη

Ὑμετέρῃς στοναχῇσι καὶ ἄλγεσιν, ὅ, τι κεν εἴπω

"Ὑμμιν ἀκηχεμένοις, παυσώδινα χείλεα λύσας.

Ἀλλὰ τίη νῦν ταῦτα μεθ' ὑμῖν μὰψ ἀγορεύω;

"Οὐ γάρ μοι φρέν' ἀτέρπου ὀϊζύος ἐκλελαθέσθαι

"Οὐτέ ποτ' ἐν ἐπέεσσιν ὀΐομαι, ἔτ' ἐνὶ σιγῇ·

Ἀλλ' αἰεὶ στενάχω, καὶ κήδεα μυρία πέσσω

Ἠμάτιος νύχιός τε, κακοῦ δ' οὐ γίνετ' ἐρωή.

"Ὅτι με δύστηνον χαλεπῷ ἐδαμάσσατο μόχθῳ

Οὐράνιος Βασιλεύς, ἄτῃ τ' ἐνέδησε βαρείῃ·

Οἰοπόλον δ' ἔμ' ἔθηκε, φίλους τ' ἐκέδασσεν ἑταίρους.

Κοίλησι ῥυτίδεσσιν ἐμὴν ἐχάραξεν ὀπωπήν,

Κάρψε δέ μοι χρόα καλὸν ἐπὶ γναμπτοῖσι μέλεσσι,

Καί μοι ἀεικέλιαι ῥυτίδες καταμαρτυρέουσι·

Σῶμα δὲ λεπταλέον μοι καὶ σφηκῶδες ἐτύχθη.

"Ὅς με μάλα συγχεῖ, διά τ' ἔστασε νηλέϊ θυμῷ,

Ῥινὸν ἀπεδρύψας, ἐπεὶ ἀσπερχὲς μενεαίνει,

Ἐχθρὸς ἐμὸς κατ' ἔμεδ' ὀλοὺς ἐβρυξεν ὀδόντας,

Καί με ὑπόδρα ἰδὼν φλογὶ ἴκελον ὄμμα τίταινεν.

Οἳ δέ τ' ἀνάρσιοι ἄνδρες ἔμ' εἰσορόωντο χανοντες,

Σχέτλιοι, ἠδ' ἔπληξαν ἀεικέσι πληγῇσιν,

Ἠδέ τ' ἐμὴν βειαρῇσι παρήϊδα χραὶ πατάξαν,

Καὶ κατ' ἐμεῦ ἤγερθεν, ὁμηγερέες τ' ἐγένοντο.

Χωόμενός με Θεὸς παλάμῃς ἐπέτρεψεν ἀλειτέων,

Ἀνδράσι δυσσεβέεσσιν ἕλωρ καὶ κύρμα γένεσθαι.

Ἀρτεμέϊ πρὶν ἐόντι κατέκλασέ μοι φίλον ἦτορ,

Καί με λαβὼν κεφαλῆς τε καὶ αὐχένος ἐν συνεοχμῷ,

Ῥῆξε διαμελεϊστί, καὶ οἱ σκοπὸν ἔμμεν' ἔθηκε·

Τῷ δ' ἰοσυντῆρες ἐκυκλώσαντό με δεινοῖς,

Καὶ μάλα πυργηδὸν σφέας αὐτοὺς ἀρτύναντες·

Νεφροὺς µου ξυνέαξεν ἀφειδέϊ δεξιτερῆφι,

Τριχθά τε καὶ τετραχθὰ διέτµισεν, οὐδ' ἐλέησεν·

Ἔγκατα πάντα λάτυξε, χολὴν δέ τε χεῦεν ἔραζε.

Χρῶτα δέ µοι πληγῇσιν ἐπασσυτέρῃσιν ἄραξεν,

Ὥς τε γίγας µοι ἐπᾶλτο πελώριος, ὅ τε µάλιστα

Θυµὸς ἐνὶ στήθεσσι περὶ σθένεϊ βλεµεαίνει.

Σάκκον ἐπὶ χροῒ ῥάψ', ἐµὲ δ' ῥάκε' ἀµφεκάλυψε

Ῥωγαλέα, ῥυπόωντα, κακῷ µεµορυγµένα καπνῷ·

Καὶ κονίῃ πεπάλακτο χάρις, καὶ κῦδος ὄλωλεν.

Δάκρυά µοι ἀλεγεινὰ φίλας ἐχάραξε παρειὰς,

Κνύζωσεν δέ µοι ὄσσε πάρος περικαλλέ' ἐόντε·

Καὶ θανάτου σκιὴ ἷζεν ἐπὶ βλεφάροισιν ἐµοῖσιν.

Οὐδ' ἕνεκ' ἡµετέρης ἄτης πρηκτῆρ' ἄλγεα πάσχω·

Οὐ γὰρ ἀτάσθαλός εἰµ', οὐδὲ φρεσὶν αἴσυλα εἰδώς·

Οὔτε γὰρ εὐχωλῆς ἐπιµέµφοµ', ἠδ' ἑκατόµβης,

Ἥν αὐτῷ ποτ' ἔρεξα· λιτὴ δέ µοί ἐστιν ἀµύµων.

Μὴ κρύψῃς ἐµὸν αἷµα τεοῖς ὑπὸ κεύθεσι, γαῖα,

Μηδὲ βοῇ ποτ' ἐµεῖο πόρῃς µυχὸν, ἧχι λάθῃσιν.

Ὕψι µάλ' ἐν νεφέλῃς ἐµὸς ἐγγύος οἰκία ναίει,

Καί µοι µάρτυρός ἐστιν ἐν οὐρανῷ ἀστερόεντι.

Κερτοµέοντ' ἑταῖροί µε, φίλοισι δὲ παίγνιόν εἰµι,

Ἀλλὰ Θεῷ ἐλεεινὰ ὑπ' ὀφρύσι δάκρυα λείβω,

Μυρί' ἀπ' ὀφθαλµῶν, τάδε µοι ῥέει, ἀχνυµένῳ κῆρ.

Ὡς ὄφελ' ἀνθρώπῳ θέµις ἔµµεναι ἀντ' ἀνθρώπου

Ἀθανάτῳ ξυµβλητῶς, ἐπαντιάαν τ' ἐν ἀγῶνι,

Ὡς ὅτ' ἐρισµαίνῃσι δίκῃ φίλος ἀντὶ φίλοιο.

Αὐτὰρ ἐγὼ παύρων περιτελλοµένων ἐνιαυτῶν

Βαιὸν ἐπεὶ ζωοῖσιν ὁµίλεον, οὐδ' ἔτι δηρὸν,

Αὐτίκ' ἰὼν (µάλα γὰρ βίος ἄνεται, ἐγγύθι δ' αἴσα,

Ἤµατα δ' προὔθηκε, παρώχηκεν δέ µοι αἰὼν

Πλάνων µοιρεάων, ὀλίγη δ' ἔτι µοῖρα λέλειπται

Δυστήνῳ, πλέει γάρ µε κατωθαδίον τέκε µήτηρ)

Δύσοµαι εἰς Ἀΐδαο, καὶ ἐν νεκύεσσι φαείνω,

Εἰς ἀπίτην γαῖαν ἀµετάτροπον ἴχνος ἐπείγων,

Ἔνθ' ὅθεν οὐκέτ' ἄνειµι· Θεὸς δ' ἀποαίνυτο νόστον.

Translations (3)

Job Perseus (World English Bible. Revision of the American Standard Version of 1901. Rainbow Missions, Inc., 2000-2024.) — 16 focus

Then Job answered,

I have heard many such things. Miserable comforters are you all!

Shall vain words have an end? Or what provokes you that you answer?

I also could speak as you do. If your soul were in my soul’s place, I could join words together against you, And shake my head at you.

But I would strengthen you with my mouth. The solace of my lips would relieve you.

Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?

But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.

You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me, It testifies to my face.

He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He has gnashed on me with his teeth: My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.

They have gaped on me with their mouth; They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.

God delivers me to the ungodly, And casts me into the hands of the wicked.

I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.

His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.

He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant.

I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, And have thrust my horn in the dust.

My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.

Although there is no violence in my hands, And my prayer is pure.

Earth, don’t cover my blood, Let my cry have no place to rest.

Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven. He who vouches for me is on high.

My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,

That he would maintain the right of a man with God, Of a son of man with his neighbor!

For when a few years are come, I shall go the way from whence I shall not return.

English (DeepSeek, 2026) (OCR draft) Experimental (Machine-assisted English translation of James Duport's Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job.) — 16.1 focus

[1] Then much-enduring noble Job answered him, groaning exceedingly, and he lamented more in his heart:

[2] Truly I have heard many such things before. O companions, evil companions, having a harsh spirit, you are cruel friends, jealous beyond others, wretched and worthless comforters of my calamity.

[3] O Eliphaz, you have quite touched me in spirit with your rebuke; But you will never cease babbling vain things. Why do you afflict me, who have griefs in my strong heart? Why does your heart and proud spirit urge you on? Do you rush in so recklessly? since there is no need of it at all. Was it in reliance on someone that you answered me with such a hateful word?

[4] And I too could speak as you do, if your soul were in my soul's place — if equal fate had subdued you, and if you had suffered as many evils as I have suffered and toiled with unceasing heart. And I too could strengthen you with my mouth, if I wished, and shake my head at you and utter reproaches.

[5] But rather may I strengthen my worn-out companions with some soothing word, and may there be a sweet-honeyed remedy for your groans and griefs, whatever I may say to you who are distressed, loosening lips that end pain.

[6] But why now do I speak these things among you in vain? For I cannot forget the mind of joyless misery, nor do I think I ever will, either in words or in silence. But I groan continually, and digest countless sorrows by day and by night, and there is no respite from my trouble.

[7] Because the heavenly King has crushed me, a wretched man, with grievous toil, and has bound me in heavy ruin; And he has made me a solitary wanderer, and has scattered my dear companions.

[8] With hollow wrinkles he has furrowed my countenance, and he has withered my fair skin upon my bent limbs, and ugly wrinkles bear witness against me; And my body has become thin and wasp-like.

[9] He who greatly confounds me, and has torn me apart with a pitiless heart, having torn away my skin, since he rages relentlessly — my enemy has gnashed his destructive teeth at me, and glaring at me he stretched his eye like a flame.

[10] But those hostile men gaped at me, the wretches, and they struck me with unseemly blows, and they smote my cheek with their violent hands, and they rose up against me and gathered together.

[11] God, being angry with me, has handed me over to the hands of the wicked, to become a prey and a spoil for impious men.

[12] Though I was at ease, he shattered my dear heart; and seizing me by the head and by the neck at the joint, he broke me limb from limb, and set me up as his target.

[13] And his archers encircled me with terrible shafts, and having marshalled themselves in close array like a tower. He shattered my kidneys with his unsparing right hand, and cut me in three and in four pieces, and did not spare. He smote all my inward parts, and poured out my gall to the ground.

[14] He smote my skin with blow upon blow; like a monstrous giant he leapt upon me, one against whom my spirit within my breast most of all rages in its strength.

[15] I sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and covered myself with torn, filthy rags, defiled with foul smoke. And my honor was defiled in the dust, and my glory has perished.

[16] Grievous tears have furrowed my dear cheeks, and they have made my eyes, once very beautiful, grow dim; And the shadow of death sat upon my eyelids.

[17] Nor do I suffer pains because of my own ruin; For I am not reckless, nor one who knows wickedness in his heart; For I do not reproach myself for a prayer, nor for a hecatomb, which I once offered to him; and my prayer is blameless.

[18] Do not hide my blood beneath your depths, O earth, nor ever by my cry give me a recess where it may lie hidden.

[19] Even now, high in the clouds, my witness dwells in my house, and my witness is in the starry heaven.

[20] My companions mock me, and I am a plaything to my friends; but before God I pour out pitiful tears from beneath my brows, countless tears from my eyes, these flow for me, grieving at heart.

[21] O that it were lawful for a man to plead with God as a man does with his fellow, and to come to trial in court, as when a friend contends in judgment against a friend.

[22] But I, when a few years had rolled round, after I had lived but a little while among the living — and no longer for long — straightway going (for life is spent quickly, and fate is near, and he has set forth days, and my lifetime has passed by in wandering portions, and a little share is still left to me, wretched man, for my mother bore me to sail downward) — I shall sink into Hades, and shine among the dead, hastening my step into the unturning land, whence I shall come no more. But God took away my return home.

Latin (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (Duport's facing Latin translation of his Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 16.1 focus

Hunc verò excepit deinde patiens divinus Jobus,

Crebrò valde ingemiſcens, & et ploravit animitus magís:

Certè quidem ego antehac audivi multa talia.

O ſocii, infelices-ſocii immitem animum habentes,

Duri eſtis amici, invidi præ aliis,

Miſeríque viléſque meæ conſolatores miſeriæ.

O Elipha, valdè mihi attigiſti animum increpationes;

Verùm tunè nunquam defines vana loqui?

Quare mihi convitiaris validos in animo dolores habenti?

Quare te inſtigat cor & animus inſolens

Ità multiloquum eſſe? quandoquidem haud te decet.

Aut quâ re fretus odioſo mihi reſpondiſti ſermone?

Etiam ego poſſem dicere, quæ & vos, ſi fortè vos

Par caſus domuerit, & ſi mala tot paſſi fueritis,

Quot ego perduranti corde toleravi & pertuli:

Etiam ego poſſem in vos, ſi vellem,

Movere caput, & opprobria fari.

Suſtentarem verò potiùs medicinali quodam ſermone

Afflictos ſodales, & remedium dulciloquum eſſet

Veſtris gemitibus & doloribus, quodcunque dixero

Vobis mœrentibus, luctum-ſedantia labia aperiens.

At quid nunc hæc apud vos fruſtrà dico?

Non enim mihi animum ingratæ ærumnæ memoriam-depoſiturum

Nec in eloquio exiſtimo, nec in ſilentio.

Sed uſquè ingemiſco, & dolores innumerabiles concoquo

Die & nocte, mali autem non fit ceſſatio.

Quoniam me infelicem durâ oppreſſit ærumnâ

Cœleſtis Rex, damnó q; que devinxit gravi;

Solitarium verò me fecit, charóſ q; que diſſipavit ſocios.

Cavis rugis meam ſulcavit faciem,

Siccavit autem mihi cutem pulchram in flexilibus membris,

Et adverſùm me deformes rugæ teſtificantur:

Corpus autem gracile mihi & macilentum eſt.

Qui me valdè odit, etiam diſcerpſit crudeli animo,

Pellém q; que dilaceravit,quandoquidem vehementer indignatur,

Hoſtis meus in me pernicioſis frendit dentibus,

Et me torvè intuens flammæ ſimilem oculum vibravit.

Inimici etiam homines me hiantes, intuiti-ſunt

Improbi, & ceciderunt contumelioſis plagis,

Et meam robuſtis genam manibus percuſſerunt,

Et contra me congregati ſunt, & in unum convenerunt.

Iratus me Deus manibus permiſit peccatorum,

Viris impiis prædam & lucrum fieri.

Sano priùs exiſtenti fregit mihi charum cor,

Et me prehendens capitíſ q; que & cervicis ad juncturam

Laceravit membratim, & ſibi ſcopum eſſe poſuit.

Ejus enim ſagittarii circundederunt me terribiles

Et valde catervatim ſe condenſantes,

Renes meos confregit immiti dextrâ,

In trésque quatuórque partes diſcidit, neque miſeratus eſt:

Viſcera omnia exhauſit, fel autem fudit in terram.

Carnem verò meam plagis denſis laceravit,

Utque gigas mihi inſiliit ingens, cujus maximus

Animus in pectoribus præ robore tumeſcit.

Saccum ſuper cutem conſui, mé q; que panni-viles obtexerunt

Laceri, fordidi, malo conſpurcati fumo:

Et pulvere ſordidatus eſt decor meus, & et ſplendor periit.

Lacrymæ meæ funeſtæ charas ſulcârunt genas,

Deformârunt autem mihi oculos anteà perpulchros;

Et mortis umbra ſedit ſuper palpebras meas.

Nec propter noſtram culpam graves dolores patior:

Non enim ſceleratus ſum, nec animo nefaria cogitans;

Ne q; que enim ob vota me incuſat, neque ob ſacrificia

Quæ illi aliquando obtuli: oratio autem mea eſt irreprehenſibilis.

Nè tegas meum ſanguinem tuis ſub cavernis, terra,

Nec clamori unquam meo præbeas receptaculum ubi lateat.

Sublimè admodum in nubibus meus ſponſor habitat,

Et mihi teſtis eſt in cœlo ſtellato.

Convitiantur mihi ſodales, amicis autem ludibrio ſum,

Verùm Deo miſerandas ſub ſuperciliis lacrymas fundo,

Innumeræ ab oculis quæ mihi fluunt, mœrenti corde.

Utinam homini fas eſſet pro homine

Cum immortali congredi, adverſaríque ei in certamine,

Sicut quando contendit in judicio amicus pro amico.

Aſt ego paucis circumvolventibus annis,

Paululum poſtquam vivis interfui, necdum diu,

Statim vadens (Valde enim vita ad finem properat, propè aut ẽ em fatum,

Dies autem proceſſerunt, præteriít q; que mihi ævum

Plurium partium, exigua adhuc pars reliqua eſt

Miſero, admodum enim me brevis-ævi peperit mater)

Deſcendam in ſepulcrum, & et inter mortuos apparebo;

In longinquam terram irrevocabilem greſſum concitans,

Illuc unde non ampliùs aſcendam; Deus a. autem abſtulit reditum.

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3. B

Septuaginta Job 16

ed. Henry Barclay Swete D.D.

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