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ὀλέκομαι πνεύματι φερόμενος,

δέομαι δὲ ταφῆς καὶ οὐ τυγχάνω.

λίσσομαι κάμνων, καὶ τί ποιήσας;

ἔκλεψαν δέ μου τὰ ὑπάρχοντα ἀλλότριοι·

τίς ἐστιν οὗτος; τῇ χειρί μου συνδεθήτω.

ὅτι καρδίαν αὐτῶν ἔκρυψας ἀπὸ φρονήσεως,

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διὰ τοῦτο οὐ μὴ ὑψώσῃς αὐτούς.

τῇ μερίδι ἀναγγελεῖ κακίας.

ὀφθαλμοὶ δὲ ἐφʼ υἱοῖς ἐτάκησαν.

ἔθοῦ δέ με θρύλημα ἐν ἔθνεσιν,

γέλως δὲ αὐτοῖς ἀπέβην·

πεπώρωνται γὰρ ἀπὸ ὀργῆς οἱ ὀφθαλμοί μου,

πεπολιόρκημαι μεγάλως ὑπὸ πάντων.

θαῦμα ἔσχεν ἀληθινοὺς ἐπὶ τούτῳ·

δίκαιος δὲ ἐπὶ παρανόμῳ ἐπανασταίη·

σχοίη δὲ πιστὸς τὴν ἑαυτοῦ ὁδόν,

καθαρὸς δὲ χεῖρας ἀναλάβοι θάρσος.

οὐ μὴν δὲ ἀλλὰ πάντες ἐρείδετε, καὶ δεῦτε δή.

οὐ γὰρ εὑρίσκω ἐν ὑμῖν ἀληθές.

αἱ ἡμέραι μου παρῆλθον ἐν βρόμῳ,

ἐρράγη δὲ τὰ ἄρθρα τῆς καρδίας μου·

νύκτα εἰς ἡμέραν ἔθηκα,

φῶς ἐγγὺς ἀπὸ προσώπου σκότους.

ἐὰν γὰρ ὑπομείνω, ᾔδης μου ὁ οἶκος.

ἐν δὲ γνόφῳ ἔστρωταί μου ἡ στρωμνή.

θάνατον ἐπεκαλεσάμην πατέρα μου εἶναι,

μητέρα δέ μου καὶ ἀδελφὴν σαπρίαν.

ποῦ οὖν μου ἔτι ἐστὶν ἡ ἐλπίς

ἤ τὰ ἀγαθά μου ὄψομαι

ἤ μετʼ ἐμοῦ εἰς ᾄδην καταβήσονται.

ἤ ὁμοθυμαδὸν ἐπὶ χώματος καταβησόμεθα;

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).) — 17.1 focus

Κἕζµ' ὀλιγηπελέων, ὀλίγος δ' ἔτι θυµὸς ἔνεστιν,

Ἤδη µοι ἀδρανέοντι φερέσβιον ἆσθµα σβέστην·

Ἤματά μοι ἔσβεστο, μινυνθάδιός τέ μοι αἰών·

Νῦν δ’ στεροπλῆξ εἶμι, τάφοι δέ μοι εἰσὶν ἑτοῖμοι.

Ἦ οὐ μοι λωβητῆρες ἐπεσβόλοι ὧδε πάρεισι;

Τὰς δ’ ἐκ ἄντα ἴδον, ὅτε κερτομίας ἀγόρευον;

Τῶν δ’ οὐχ ὕβρειας οἶδα, καὶ ὀφθαλμοῖσιν ὀρῶμαι

Νωλεμέως, αἵ μ’ ἐρέθωσι κατὰ φρένας; οὐκ ἀνὰ νυκτὰ

Τέρψομ’ ὀϊόμενος κάκ’ ἀνείλεα, τοῖσιν ἀπήχθω

Ὄμματα καὶ κραδίην, καὶ μοὶ γλυκὺς ὕπνος ὄλωλεν;

Ἀλλά σε λίσσομ’, Ἄναξ, σὺ δὲ σύνθεο καὶ μέο ἄκουσον,

Εἴδ’ ἄγε, παρστατάδες, δὸς δ’ ἔγγυον ἐγγυάασθαι,

Ἄμμιν ὃς ἀμφοτέρῃσι δίκην ἰθύντατα εἴποι·

Τίς δέ μοι ὅρκια πιστὰ τάμῃ, καὶ χεῖρα λάβῃσιν;

Τοῖσι γὰρ ἄφρονα θυμὸν ἐνὶ στήθεσσιν ἔθηκας,

Τῶνδε καὶ ὠνοσάμην πάγχυ φρένας, οἳ ἔειπον·

Τῷ οὔ τι σφίσι κῦδος ὑπέρτερον ἐγγυαλίξεις.

Ὅς φίλον ἠδρόπισσε δόλοις, ἀπατήλια βάζων,

Ἐσθλὰ μὲν ἀγγέλλων, κακὰ δὲ φρεσὶ βυσσοδομεύων,

Τέλλε τέκεσσι φίλοισι μέσης κατατήξεται ὄσσε

Ἐκ κεφαλῆς, ἵνα τίς τε καὶ ὀψιγόνων ἀνθρώπων

Ὀφθαλμοῖσι πεπύθηται ἀεικελίῳ ἀλαωτύν.

Θῆκε δέ με λώβην τ’ ἔμβιαι καὶ ἐπόψιον ἄλλοις,

Ἐν δ’ ἄρα τοῖσι γελοιὸς ἔω, ὡς τυμπάνου ἠχή,

Παισὶν ὃ νηπιάχοισιν ἄθυρμά τε χάρμά τ’ ἔθηκα.

Φθινέθω δέ μοι ὄσσε δι’ ἀλλήκτων ὀδυράων,

Πολλῆ τε κλαυθμοῖο, χοῇ τε δακρυόεντι·

Πάντα δέ μοι μέλεα σκιῇ ἴκελ’ ἴασιν ἀμαυρῇ.

Τῷ δ’ ἄρ’ ἐπ’ εὐσεβέας κεν ἔχοι τάφος, ὡς ἐνόησαν·

Ὅς δέ τ’ ἀμύμων αὐτὸς ἔῃ, καὶ ἀμύμονα ἤδη,

Ὥστε θύελλ’ ἐπορούσει ἀτασθάλῳ ἠπεροπῇϊ.

Ἀστεμφέως δὲ δίκαιος ἑῆς ἔχετ’ ἀτραπιτοῖο,

Οὔτοι ἀποκλίνων, ὅτ’ ἀκηρασίῃ παλαμάων

Ἰθυνόοις ἄνδρεσσιν ἀεὶ μέγα κάρτος ὀφέλλει.

Ἀλλ’ ἄγε, δεῦτε φίλοι (τρεπταὶ μέν τε φρένες ἐσθλῶν)

Νῦν ἀπονοσήσαιτε παλίντροποι· οὐ γὰρ ἐν ὔμμιν

Ἄνδρα πύκα φρονέοντα ἕως ἑνός ἐστιν ἐλέσθαι.

Ὦ, μοι, ἐπεὶ ἀβέβαιος ἐμὴ μελανείσεται αἰών·

Ἤματά μοι βεβάασι περιπλομένων λυκαβάντων,

Δέδρομέ μοι βίοτος τροχὸς ἅρματος ὅια κυλισθείς.

Βουλαὶ ἀποσκίδνανται, ἐμεῦ μελεδήματα θυμοῦ.

Ἀλλάσσει δὲ νύκτας ἐς ἤματα δακρυόεντα,

Δείλετο δ’ ἠέλιος, τάχα δ’ αὖ μέλας ἕσπερος ἦλθεν.

Ἦ ῥα τὰ μὲν καὶ ἀνεικτὸν ἔχει κακόν, ὁππότε κέν τις

Ἤματα μὲν κλαίῃ πυκινῶς ἀκαχήμενος ἦτορ,

Νύκτας δ’ ὕπνος ἔχῃσιν· (Ὁ γάρ τ’ ἐπέλησεν ἁπάντων

Ἐσθλῶν ἠδὲ κακῶν, ἐπεὶ ἂρ βλέφαρ’ ἀμφικαλύψῃ)

Ἀλλὰ καὶ ὧδ’ ἀνὰ νύκτα κακῆς μοι γίνετ’ ἐρωή.

Ἕως ποτιδέγμενος ἦμαρ ἔχων ἄχε’ ἄκεστα θυμῷ,

Τύμβος ἐμοίγε τέτυκτο καταχθόνιον σκιόεν δῶ,

Ἔνθά κ’ ἐγὼν εὕδω, καὶ χάλκεον ὕπνον ἰαύω,

Δέμνια στορνύς, καὶ ῥήγεα σιγαλόεντα,

Ἀχλύϊ τε σκότεΐ τ’ εἰλυμένος ἠΰτε χλαίνῃ.

Σῆψιν ἐρέω, Σύ μοι ἐσσὶ πατήρ· σκώληκι δὲ, Μήτηρ,

Μήτηρ μὲν σύ μοι εἶς, καὶ ἀδελφεὴ ἱμερόεσσα·

Ταύτης τοι γενεῆς τε καὶ αἵματος εὔχομαι εἶναι.

Νῦν δέ μοι ἐλπωρὴ πόθεν, ἢ πόθεν ἔπλετο θάρσος;

Τίς τάδε πολλὰ καὶ ἐσθλὰ μέτ’ ὄψεται ὀφθαλμοῖσιν;

Ἄσσα κ’ ἐελποίμην, ὅτι μοι μετόπισθε γένωνται;

Πάντ’ ἐφομαρτήσουσιν ἐμοὶ, δύσις τε βόθρου·

Κεισόμεθ’ ἐν κονίῃσιν ὁμῶς ὑπὸ κόλπεσι γαίης.

Translations (3)

Job Perseus (World English Bible. Revision of the American Standard Version of 1901. Rainbow Missions, Inc., 2000-2024.) — 17 focus

My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.

Surely there are mockers with me, My eye dwells on their provocation.

Now give a pledge, be collateral for me with yourself. Who is there who will strike hands with me?

For you have hidden their heart from understanding, Therefore shall you not exalt them.

He who denounces his friends for a prey, Even the eyes of his children shall fail.

But he has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.

My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.

Upright men shall be astonished at this. The innocent shall stir up himself against the godless.

Yet shall the righteous hold on his way. He who has clean hands shall grow stronger and stronger.

But as for you all, come on now again; I shall not find a wise man among you.

My days are past, my plans are broken off, As are the thoughts of my heart.

They change the night into day, Saying the light is near in the presence of darkness.

If I look for Sheol as my house, If I have spread my couch in the darkness,

If I have said to corruption, You are my father; To the worm, My mother, and my sister;

Where then is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?

Shall it go down with me to the gates of Sheol, Or descend together into the dust?

English (DeepSeek, 2026) (OCR draft) Experimental (Machine-assisted English translation of James Duport's Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job.) — 17.1 focus

[1] And I lie here with little strength, and a little breath still remains in me; already, as I grow feeble, they have quenched the life-giving breath in me. My days have been quenched, and my life is short. Now I am struck by lightning, and graves are ready for me.

[2] Are not mockers and slanderers here beside me? Do I not see them face to face, when they speak mockeries? And I do not know their insults, and I see them with my eyes unceasingly, which stir me in my heart? Shall I not through the night take delight, thinking on the evils I have endured, I to whom eyes and heart are hateful, and for whom sweet sleep has perished?

[3] But I beseech you, Lord, and do you give heed and listen to me. Come now, stand surety, give a pledge to be guaranteed, one who would speak most rightly of justice for us both. And who will cut faithful oaths for me, and take my hand?

[4] For you put a foolish heart in their breasts, and I utterly blamed their minds, who said: Therefore you will not at all grant them any greater glory.

[5] Whoever has ensnared a friend with guile, babbling deceitful things, announcing good things but brooding evil in his heart, at last for his dear children his eyes will melt from the middle of his head, so that some one even of late-born men may learn by his eyes a shameful blindness.

[6] He made me a reproach and a byword to others, and among them I was a laughingstock, like the sound of a drum; I became a toy and a joy to infant children.

[7] But let my eyes waste away from unceasing laments, and with much weeping, and with a pouring of tears. And all my limbs go like a dim shadow.

[8] And at this a grave would await the pious, as they perceived. Whoever he himself is blameless, and already blameless, so that a storm may rush upon him with reckless deceit.

[9] But the righteous man holds firmly to his own path, not swerving aside, whenever by purity of hands he keeps great strength ever for upright men.

[10] But come, hither, friends (the minds of good men are changeable); now, turned back, you might recover from sickness. For among you there is not even one man to choose who thinks wisely.

[11] Ah me, since my life shall be darkened, being unstable; My days have gone by as the months roll round; my life has run its course, like a chariot's wheel rolled along. My plans are scattered abroad, the cares of my heart.

[12] But he changes nights into tearful days; the sun is quenched, and soon again dark evening came. Truly, then, they count even this a bearable evil, when one weeps for days on end, deeply grieved at heart, and sleep possesses his nights; (For he forgets all good things and evils, once sleep covers his eyelids.) But even so, through the night, respite from evil comes to me.

[13] While I wait for the day, holding incurable griefs in my heart, a tomb would have been made for me, a shadowy house beneath the earth, where I might sleep and slumber in a brazen sleep, spreading out my bed and shining blankets, wrapped in mist and darkness as in a cloak.

[14] I say to corruption: You are my father. But to the worm, Mother — you are a mother to me, and a lovely sister. Of this lineage and blood, I declare, I am.

[15] But now, whence is my hope, or whence has courage come to me? Who will see these many good things with his eyes? Things I might hope for, that they may come to me hereafter?

[16] All things will follow me down, and the sinking into the pit. We shall lie in the dust alike, beneath the bosom of the earth.

Latin (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (Duport's facing Latin translation of his Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 17.1 focus

JAcco languens, exiguum autem adhuc animæ ineſt,

Et mihi infirmo vitalis ſpiritus corruptus eſt :

Dies mei extincti ſunt, breve autem mihi ævum;

Nunc autem capularis ſum, ſepulcra autem mihi ſunt parata.

Nonne mihi convitiatores blaterones hîc adſunt?

Hos ego, annon coram vidi, quando opprobria locuti ſunt?

Horum annon contumelias novi, & oculis video

Continuè, quæ me irritant in animo? annon etiam noctu

Vexor, cogitans mala opprobria, quibus turbatus ſum

Oculis & corde, & mihi dulcis ſomnus perit?

At te oro, Rex, tu autem paciſcere, & me audi,

Eia agè, juxtà-depone, da ſponſorem ad ſpondendum,

Nobis qui utriſque jus rectiſſimè dicat.

Quis autem mecum fœdera fidelia feriet, & manum prehendet?

His enim inſipientem animum in pectoribus poſuiſti,

Eorum etiam damno prorſus ſententiam, qualenam dixerunt;

Idcirco neutiquam iis gloriam ſuperiorem præbebis.

Qui amicum decepit dolis, fraudulenta loquens,

Bona quidem narrans, mala autem in animo intus agitans,

Illius liberis charis medio contabeſcent oculi

Ex capite, ut quis etiam poſterorum hominum

De oculorum audiat deformi cæcitate.

Fecit autem me probrum eſſe, & conſpicabilem aliis;

Inter eos autem ridiculus eram, ut tympani ſonitus,

Pueris quod parvulis ludicrúmque gaudiúmque fecit.

Corrupti autem ſunt mihi oculi præ perpetuis doloribus,

Multóque fletu, luctúque lacrymabili.

Omnia autem mea membra umbræ ſimilia ſunt obſcuræ.

Super hoc autem pios occupabit ſtupor, ut obſervaverint:

Qui autem inculpatus ipſe fuerit & inculpata noverit,

Tanquam procella irruet in improbum hypocritam.

Firmiter autem juſtus ſuæ inhæret viæ

Nequaquam declinans, quippe puritas manuum

Integris viris ſemper magnum robur auget.

Quin eia, agedum ô amici, flexibilis certè eſt mens bonorum

Nunc revertimini denuó: non enim inter vos

Virum ſapientem, nè unum quidem, licet ſumere.

Hei mihi, quoniam inſtabilis mea præterit ætas!

Dies mei tranſierunt circum-volventibus annis,

Cucurrit mihi vita rota currûs ceu volubilis.

Conſilia diſſipantur, mei cogitationes animi.

Mutant autem noctes in dies lacrymabiles,

Vergit autem in occaſum ſol, móx q; que rurfùs niger veſper adeſt.

Certè quidem hoc & tolerabile habet malum, quando aliquis

Dies quidem flet frequenter dolens corde, (Omnium

Noctes verò ſomnus habet: (Hic enim obliviſci-facit homines

Bonorum & malorum, poſtquam palpebras circuntexit)

At neque per noctem mali mihi eſt intermiſſio.

Dum expectans ſedeo habens dolores infinitos in animo,

Sepulcrum mihi fabricatum eſt, ſubterranea uinbroſa domus,

Ubi ego dormire queam, & ferreum ſomnum carpere,

Lectum ſubſternens, & ſtragula ſilentia,

Caligine & tenebris obtectus tanquam pallio.

Putredini dixi, Tu mihi es pater; vermi autem, Mater,

Mater quidem tu mihi es, ſorórque amabilis.

Hoc ex genere & ſanguine glorior me eſſe.

Nunc autem mihi ſpes unde, aut unde eſt confidentia?

Quis illa multa & bona unquam oculis videbit,

Quæ uti q; que ſperare-potero, quòd mihi in poſterum futura ſint?

Omnia ſequentur me, & ingredientur ſepulcrum :

Jacebimus in pulvere ſimul ſub cavernis terræ.

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