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νυνὶ δὲ κατεγέλασάν μου·

ἐλάχιστοι νῦν νουθετοῦσίν με ἐν μέρει,¶

ὧν ἐξουδένουν τοὺς πατέρας αὐτῶν,

οὓς οὐχ ἠγησάμην ἀξίους κυνῶν τῶν ἐμῶν νομάδων.

καί γε ἰσχὺς χειρῶν αὐτῶν ἵνα τί μοι ;

ἐπʼ αὐτοὺς ἀπώλετο συντέλεια.

ἐν ἐνδείᾳ καὶ λιμῷ ἄγονος.

οἱ φεύγοντες ἄνυδρον ἐχθές συνοχὴν καὶ ταλαιπωρίαν·

οἱ περικυκλοῦντες ἅλιμα ἐπὶ ἠχοῦντι,

οἵτινες ἄλιμα ἦν αὐτῶν τὰ σῖτα·

ἄτιμοι δέ καὶ πεφαυλισμένοι, ἐνδεεῖς παντὸς ἀγαθοῦ.

ἐπανέστησάν μοι κλέπται,

ὧν οἱ οἶκοι αὐτῶν ἤσαν τρῶγλαι

πετρῶν·

ἀνὰ μέσον εὐήχων βοήσονται

οἳ ὑπὸ φρύγανα ἄγρια διῃτῶντο·

ἀφρόνων υἱοὶ καὶ ἀτίμων ὄνομα.

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καὶ κλέος ἐσβεσμένον ἀπὸ γῆς.

νυνὶ δὲ κιθάρα ἐγὼ εἰμι αὐτῶν, καὶ ἐμὲ θρύλημα ἔχουσιν·

ἐβδελύξαντο δέ με ἀποστάντες μακράν,

ἀπὸ δὲ προσώπου μου οὐκ ἐφείσαντο πτύελον.

ἀνοίξας γὰρ φαρέτραν αὐτοῦ ἐκάκωσέν με,

καὶ χαλινὸν τοῦ προσώπου μου ἐξαπέστειλεν.

ἐπὶ δεξιῶν βλαστοῦ ἐπανέστησαν,

πόδα αὐτῶν ἐξέτειναν καὶ ὡδοποίησαν ἐπʼ ἐμέ τρίβους ἀπωλείας

αὐτῶν.

ἐξετρίβησαν τρίβοι μου,

ἐξέδυσαν γάρ μου τὴν στολήν·

βέλεσιν αὐτοῦ κατηκόντισέν με,

κέχρηταί μοι ὡς βούλεται· ἐν ὀδύναις πέφυρμαι.

ἐπιστρέφονταί μου αἱ ὀδύναι,

ᾤχετό μου ἡ ἐλπὶς ὥσπερ πνεῦμα,

καὶ ὥσπερ νέφος ἡ σωτηρία μου.

καὶ νῦν ἐπʼ ἐμέ ἐκχυθήσεται ἡ ψυχὴ μου.

ἔχουσιν δέ με ἡμέραι ὀδυνῶν·

νυκτὶ δέ μου τὰ ὀστᾶ συγκέχυται,

τὰ δὲ νεῦρά μου διαλέλυται.

ἐν πολλῇ ἰσχύι ἐπελάβετό μου τῆς στολῆς,

ὥσπερ τὸ περιστόμιον τοῦ χιτῶνός μου περιέσχεν με.

ἥγησαι δέ με ἴσα πηλῷ,

ἐν γῇ καὶ σποδῷ μου ἡ μερίς·

κέκραγα δέ πρὸς σέ καὶ οὐκ ἀκούεις μου,

ἔστησαν δὲ καὶ κατενόησάν με·

ἐπέβησαν δέ μοι ἀνελεημόνως,

χειρὶ κραταιᾷ με ἐμαστίγωσας·

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ἔταξας δέ με ἐν ὀδύναις,

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καὶ ἀπέρριψάς με ἀπὸ σωτηρίας.

οἶδα γὰρ ὅτι θάνατός με ἐκτρίψει·

οἰκία γὰρ παντὶ θνητῷ γῆ.

εἰ γὰρ ὄφελον δυναίμην ἐμαυτὸν χειρώσασθαι,

ἢ δεηθείς γε ἑτέρου, καὶ ποιήσει μοι τοῦτο.

ἐγὼ δὲ ἐπὶ παντὶ ἀδυνάτῳ ἔκλαυσα,

ἐστέναξα δὲ ἰδὼν ἄνδρα ἐν ἀνάγκαις.

ἐγὼ δὲ ἐπέχων ἀγαθοῖς, ἰδοὺ συνήντησάν μοι μᾶλλον ἡμέραι

κακῶν.

ἡ κοιλία μου ἐξέζεσεν καὶ οὐ σιωπήσεται,

προέφθασάν με ἡμέραι πτωχίας.

στένων πεπόρευμαι ἄνευ φιμοῦ,

ἕστηκα δὲ ἐν ἐκκλησίᾳ κεκραγώς.

ἀδελφὸς γέγονα σειρήνων,

ἑταῖρος δὲ στρουθῶν.

τὸ δὲ δέρμα μου ἐσκότωται μεγάλως,

τὰ δὲ ὀστᾶ μου ἀπὸ καύματος.

ἀπέβη δὲ εἰς πάθος μου ἡ κιθάρα,

ὁ δὲ ψαλμός μου εἰς κλαυθμὸν ἐμοί.

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.)

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Homeric Greek (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (James Duport, Threnothriambos: a Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 30.1 focus

Τοῖος ἔην τὸ πρόσθεν, ἅμ' αἰδοῖός τε φίλος τε,

Καὶ θεὸς ὣς πάντεσσι τετιμένος ἐν μερόπεσσιν.

Ὦμοι ἐγὼ, νῦν αὖτε μετάτροπα πάντα γίνονται·

Νῦν δὲ μάλ' ὁπλοτέροισι γέλως καὶ παίγνιόν εἰμι,

Τῶν κεν ἐγὼ πατέρας θέσθην μετ' ἐμοῖσι κύνεσσιν

Τὸ πρὶν ἀντιαίμην καλλίτριχα μῆλα φυλάσσειν.

Οὐ γὰρ πώποτέ με κρατεροί περ ἐόντες ὄνησαν·

Ἦ ἔπει, ἠὲ ἔργῳ, ἠὲ χείρεσσιν, ἠὲ βίηφιν,

Αἰὼν δέ σφιν ὄλωλε περιπλομένων λυκαβάντων

Αὔτως, ἀκλειῶς, τείροντο δὲ γήραϊ λυγρῷ.

Οἳ πενίῃ λιμῷ τε φίλον τετιημένοι ἦτορ,

Οἰοπόλοι ἐφέβοντο διὰ χθονὸς ἀτρυγέτοιο,

Καππεδίον δέ τ' ἔρημον ἀλώμενοι ἔνθα καὶ ἔνθα·

Ἦ, τ' αἰεὶ κραναὴ, λυγρή δέ τ' ἐφαίνετο γαῖα.

(Πλαγκτοσύνης δ' οὐκ ἔστι κακώτερον ἄλλο βροτοῖσιν.)

Οἱ δ' ἕνεκ' οὐλομένης γαστρὸς κακὰ κήδε' ἔχοντες

Πλάγχθεν, ἐπεί σφεας ἵκετ' ἄλη, καὶ πῆμα, καὶ ἄλγος·

Τίλλον δ' ἐν θάμνοις μαλάχην (λιμὸς γὰρ ἄνωγε

Σχέτλιος) ἐκ μέσσων ποίῳ τρυγόωντες ἀκανθέων,

Ἁρμαλιῆς τε ῥίζαν, ἵνα σφισιν ἔδεσμα γένοιτο.

Ἐξ ἀνδρῶν κλοπέας ἀσύφηλοι ὡς μετανάσται

Τῆλε μάλ' ἐσσυφέλιχθεν, ἀποπλαγχθέντες ὁμίλου·

Τοῖσι δ' ἔπ' ἰύζοντες ἴσαν βροτοὶ, ὡς ἐπὶ λῃστῇ.

Κρύβδην δὲ τότ' ἔναιον ἐν ἄγκεσι, καὶ ἐνὶ βήσσης

Γαίης ἐν ῥωχμοῖσι, μυχαίτατος ᾗ πέλε κόλπος,

Ἐν σπέεσι γλαφυροῖσι, καὶ ἐν πέτρῃσι βαθείῃς.

Λόχμῃσ' ἐν πυκινῇσιν ὄνοι ὣς βρωμήσαντο

Λιμῷ τειρόμενοι, ὑπὸ δὲ κνίδῃσιν ἄγερθεν.

Ἀφραδέων πατέρων αὐτοὶ πανομοῖα τέκνα,

Καί σφιν ἔσαν νώνυμοι ἐν ἀνθρώποισι γονῆες,

Μᾶλλον ἀεικέλιοί τε καὶ ἠπεδανοὶ χθονὸς αὐτῆς,

Ἧτ' αἰεὶ ὑπὸ ποσσὶ πιεζομένη στεναχίζει.

Νῦν δέ με κερτομέουσι πάρος περ τοῖον ἐόντα,

Καὶ τοῖοί περ ἐόντες, ὀνειδείοις ἐπέεσσιν

Οἱ μὲν ἐπεμβιόωνται, ἐγὼ δέ τ' ἐπύμνιός εἰμι.

Αἰνῶς με στυγέουσιν, ἐμεῦ τ' ἄπο νόσφι λίαθεν,

Ἀλλ' (ὅπερ αἰσχρόν γ' ἐστὶ καὶ ἀνθρώποισι πυθέσθαι)

Οὐδέ τ' ἐμὴν αἰδέονται ἐπιπτύοντες ὀπωπήν.

Ὅυνεκ' ἐμοῖο Θεὸς νευρὴν ἀνέλυσε βιοῖο,

Καί με λίνοις θανάτου, ἄτῃ τ' ἐνέδησε βαρείῃ,

Τούνεκ' ἀναιδείῃσιν ἐπειγόμενοι, οἷά περ ἵπποι

Δέσματ' ἀπερρήξαντο, καὶ ἐκσείσαντο λέπαδνα.

Κῦροι περιστῆναι ἐπὶ δεξιὰ μοι ἀνόρουσαν,

Παῖδες νηπίαχοι, οἳ ἔτι πνείουσι τιθήνης,

Ταρσά τε μοι ἔκρυσαν, ἵν' ἐν κονίῃσι πέσοιμι,

Καὶ ὀλοάς μοι ἔχωσαν ὁδὸς, ὡς πήματι κύρω.

Ἰχνιά μοι σφήλαντες ἀπεστυφέλιξαν ἀταρπόν,

Δηλήσαντο δ' ὁδοὺς, στῆναι δ' οὐκ ἔμπεδον ἔστιν.

Οἶτον ἐμὸν σπέρχουσιν ἐπειγόμενοι κακότητος,

Καὶ πιστοὶ περ ἐόντες, ἀρωγὸς δ' οὔ σφιν ὀπηδεῖ.

Πανσυδίῃ ὥρμησαν ἐμοὶ ἔπι θύρετρα λύσῃ,

Ὡς ὁπότε πλήθων ποταμὸς πεδίονδε κάτεισι

Χειμάρρους, ὅς τ' ὦκα ῥέων ἐκέδασσε γεφύρας.

Ἀμφὶ μοὶ ὡς τρέφι κῦμα κυλινδόμενοι βεβάασιν

Ἤματι λυγαλέῳ, χαλεπὴ ὅτ' ἐπῆλθεν ὀϊζύς.

Δείματα πανταχόθεν μοι ἐπέχραεν ἄλλο μετ' ἄλλο,

Καὶ ψυχὴν ἐδίωξε, τίναξε δέ μοι φίλον ἦτορ,

Ὡς ἄνεμος ζαὴς ἠϊών θημῶνα τίναξε·

Καρφαλέων· ταχύποτμος ἐμοὶ μετανείσεται ὄλβος

Ὡς νεφέλη, τὴν ῥεῖα διεσκέδασ' ἲς ἀνέμοιο.

Νῦν δέ μοι ἐκκέχυται ψυχὴ ὑδάτεσσιν ὁμοίη,

Ἄτη με στυγερὴ καὶ νηλεὲς ἦμαρ ἔμαρψεν.

Ὀστέα μοι ὀδύνῃσι πεπαρμένα νυκτερινῇσιν

Ἀλγεῖ, νεῦρα σέσηπε, κακῷ δ᾽ οὐ γίνετ᾽ ἐρωή.

Νῦσος δ᾽ κρατερὴ καὶ σμῶδιξ αἱματόεσσα

Εἵματ᾽ ἀαικίσαντο, χιτὼν δέ μοι ἀμφὶ μέλεσσι

Λύθρω ἅπας πεπάλακτο, καὶ αἵματι, καὶ κονίῃσι.

Παντοσέ με σφίγξεν μᾶλλον νόσος, ἠὲ πρὸ ἐδῆς.

Ἐς πηλόν μ᾽ ἔρριψεν Ἀκήρατος, ὃς δ᾽ ἐμιάνθην,

Αἰσχροῖσιν δ᾽ μέλεασι μέλαιν᾽ ἀμφίζανε τέφρη,

Χρώς δέ τέ μοι κεκόνιτο· τέφρη ὅλος εἰμὶ, κόνις τε.

Πρὸς σὲ, Ἄναξ, ἐβόησα, σὺ δ᾽ οὐ βοόωντος ἀκούεις·

Ἐς σὲ ἰδὼν ἔστηκα, σὺ δ᾽ οὐκ ὄθ᾽ ἰσαμείβοιο.

Δεινὸς ἐμοὶ ἐτέτυξο καὶ ἄγριος, οὐδ᾽ ἀγανόφρων·

Ἀντίβιον δ᾽ ἄρ ἔμοιγε τεῶν κράτος ἔπλετο χειρῶν.

Λαίλαπι θεσπεσίῃ με ἀνήρπασας, ὕψι δ᾽ ἀέρθω,

Ἐμβεβαὼς ὀχέεσσι ταχυστροφάλιγγος ἀέλλης.

Γῖα δέ μοι λῦσας, διά τ᾽ ἔχλασας ἅψεα πάντα.

Εὖ γὰρ ἐγὼ τόδε οἶδα κατὰ φρένα καὶ κατὰ θυμὸν,

Ὡς με τάχ᾽ ἐς θανάτου πανδήμιον οἶκον ὀχήσεις,

Πᾶσιν ὅθι ζωοῖσι πεπρωμένον ἐστὶ καθεύδειν.

Μοῖραν δ᾽ ἑπινά φημι πεφυξέμεν ἀνθρώπων.

Ἀλλὰ μὲν οὐδὲ Πατὴρ ἐπὶ τύμβῳ χεῖρας ὀρέξει,

Ὡς νέκυας θανάτοιο δυσηχέος ἐξαναλύσῃ,

Εἴ καί οἱ ἐν βιότῃσι δύῃ ἀρημένοι αἰνῇ

Χερσὶν ὀρεκτῇσιν μεγάλ᾽ εὐχετόωντο ἕκαστος.

Οὐκ ἀνδρὸς δυσῆνος ὀδύρετό μοι φίλον ἦτορ

Ὅν πότμον γόωνθ᾽, ὅτε μιν μόρος αἰπὺς ἵκανεν;

Οὐ πτωχῷ ὀλοφυρόμενος πάθον ἄλγεα θυμῷ;

Οὐχ, ὅτε περ τιν᾽ ὄπωπα κακὰ χροῒ εἵματ᾽ ἔχοντα,

Τειρόμενον λιμῷ, οἰκτός μ᾽ ἔλεν εἰσορόωντα;

Ἀλλ᾽ ἤτως ἀγανός περ ἐὼν καὶ μείλιχος αἰεὶ,

Ὄφρ᾽ ἀγαθόν μοι ἔελπα παρέσται, κακὸν ἦλθεν,

Ὄφρα φάος δ᾽ ἤμιν ποτιδέγμενος, ἦλθεν ὀμίχλη.

Σπλάγχνα δέ μοι ζέεν ἔνδον, ἅ τε φλέγεν ἐνδόμυχον πῦρ·

Οὐδέ τι ἦν κατάπαυμα μελαινάων ὀδυινάων·

Προφθασίδιον δέ με λυγρὸν ὀϊζύος ἦμαρ ἵκανεν.

Αἰεὶ δ᾽ ἐν στήθεσσι φίλον τετιημένος ἦτορ

Ἑρπύζων ἀλάλημαι ἀνὰ ζόφον ἠερόεντα,

Οὐδέ τί πω δ᾽ ὁρόω γλυκερὸν φάος ἠελίοιο·

Στὰς δ᾽ ἀνδρῶν ἐν ὁμίλῳ ἀγάστονον ἤρυγεν αὐδήν.

Οἷα κασίγνητος γενόμην ὄφιεσσιν, ἑταῖρος

Στρουθοκαμήλοισιν, γλαύκεσσί τε νυκτερινῇσι.

Χρὼς δέ μοι ἀμφὶ μέλεσσι μελάντερος, ἠΰτε πίσσης.

Ὀστέα τε φλέγεται πυρόεντος καύματι νούσου.

Πένθος νῦν ἐμὸν ὅτι μέλος, καὶ θρῆνος ἀοιδὴ

Ἡδεῖα πρὶν ἔσκε· τὰ δὴ νῦν πάντα λέλοιπεν,

Ἄσμά τε καὶ κιθάρη· φόρμιγγος δ' ἀντὶ λιγείης

Τέρπομ' ἀεὶ κλαυθμοῖο, γόοιό τε δακρυόεντος.

Translations (3)

Job Perseus (World English Bible. Revision of the American Standard Version of 1901. Rainbow Missions, Inc., 2000-2024.) — 30 focus

But now those who are younger than I, have me in derision, Whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.

Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, Men in whom ripe age has perished?

They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.

They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food.

They are driven forth from the midst of men; They cry after them as after a thief;

So that they dwell in frightful valleys, And in holes of the earth and of the rocks.

Among the bushes they bray; And under the nettles they are gathered together.

They are children of fools, yes, children of base men. They were flogged out of the land.

Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.

They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And don’t hesitate to spit in my face.

For he has loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have thrown off restraint before me.

On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.

They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, Without anyone’s help.

As through a wide breach they come, In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves in.

Terrors are turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.

Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.

In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.

By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.

He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.

I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.

You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.

You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.

For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.

However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?

Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?

When I looked for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, there came darkness.

My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.

I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.

My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.

Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of those who weep.

English (DeepSeek, 2026) (OCR draft) Experimental (Machine-assisted English translation of James Duport's Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job.) — 30.1 focus

[1] Such was I formerly, at once honored and dear, and like a god honored among all mortals. Woe is me! Now again all things are turned about. But now I am greatly a laughingstock and a plaything to the younger men, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with my dogs, to guard the fair-fleeced flocks.

[2] For never did those who were mighty profit me. Whether in word, or in deed, or with hands, or by force, their life has perished as the circling years roll round, all in vain, ingloriously, and they were worn away by wretched old age.

[3] They who, in poverty and famine, their heart worn with grief, solitary wanderers, roamed through the barren land, and over the desolate plain, straying hither and thither. Truly, it always appeared rocky and wretched, the land. (For there is nothing worse for mortals than wandering. But they, because of their accursed belly, having wretched sorrows, were driven wandering, since ruin and misery and pain came upon them;

[4] They plucked mallow among the bushes (for wretched hunger compelled them), gathering from the midst of thorny thickets, and the root of saltwort, so that it might be food for them. From among men, as worthless fugitives, they were driven far away, banished from the company;

[5] And mortals went shouting after them, as after a robber.

[6] But then they dwelt in secret in the glens, and in the clefts of the earth, in the hollows, where the deepest recess was, in hollow caves and in deep rocks.

[7] Among the thick bushes they brayed like donkeys, being worn down by hunger, and they were gathered together under nettles.

[8] They themselves are children wholly like their senseless fathers, and their parents were nameless among men, more worthless and lowlier than the earth itself, which ever groans being pressed beneath their feet.

[9] But now they mock me, though I was such a one before, and though they are such as I was, with reproachful words; some of them attack me, and I am held in dishonor.

[10] They loathe me dreadfully, and they stand far off from me; and (a thing that is shameful even for men to hear) they do not respect my face, spitting at me.

[11] Because God has loosed the sinew of my bow, and has bound me with the cords of death and heavy ruin, therefore, urged on by shameless acts, like horses that have broken their tethers and shaken off their harness.

[12] On my right the young men rose up to stand against me, mere infant boys who still breathe their nurse's milk; they tripped me up, so that I might fall in the dust, and they blocked my paths with ruin, as if to meet disaster.

[13] They tripped my footsteps and thrust aside my path; they ruined my roads, and there is no standing firm. They hasten my ruin, pressing on in wickedness, and though they are trusted friends, no helper attends them.

[14] With all their force they rushed upon me to break down my door, as when a swelling river comes down to the plain in winter-torrent, which flowing swiftly has shattered bridges. Around me, rolling like a swelling wave, they have come on a murky day, when grievous misery came upon me.

[15] Terrors from every side rushed upon me, one after another, and chased my soul, and shook my dear heart, as a rushing wind shakes a heap on the shore; violent; my swift-fated prosperity will pass away like a cloud, which the force of the wind easily scattered.

[16] But now my soul is poured out like water, and hateful ruin and a pitiless day have seized me.

[17] My bones, pierced by nightly pains, ache; my sinews have rotted, and there is no respite from evil.

[18] But violent disease and a bloody weal defiled my garments; and my tunic all around my limbs was bespattered with gore, and with blood, and with dust. Disease gripped me on every side more than before eating.

[19] He cast me into the mire, the Blameless One, and I was defiled; and black ashes settled upon my shameful limbs, and my skin was dusted over. I am wholly ashes, and dust.

[20] To you, O Lord, I cried out, but you do not hear the one crying; Looking toward you I have stood, but you are not one to answer equally.

[21] You have become harsh and savage toward me, and not gentle-minded; And hostile against me was the strength of your hands.

[22] With a wondrous hurricane you snatched me up, and I am raised on high, having mounted the chariot of the swift-whirling storm. And you loosed my limbs, and shook apart all my joints.

[23] For I know this well in my mind and in my heart, that you will soon carry me to the all-receiving house of death, where it is fated for all the living to sleep. And I say he has obtained a share of men.

[24] But surely not even a father will stretch out his hands over a tomb, so as to release the dead from ill-sounding death, even if, in their lives, men in dread affliction each prayed greatly with outstretched hands.

[25] Did not my dear heart lament for a wretched man, groaning over the fate that steep doom came upon him? Did I not weep for the poor man and suffer griefs in my heart? Did not pity seize me, when I saw someone wearing evil garments on his body, worn down by hunger, as I looked on?

[26] But though I was ever so gentle and mild, when I hoped good would be present for me, evil came; when I awaited light for us, darkness came.

[27] But my inward parts boiled within me, and a fire blazed deep in my heart. And there was no relief from my dark sorrows. But a mournful day of misery came upon me suddenly.

[28] Always, grieving in my breast with a dear heart, I crawl and wander through the misty gloom, and I do not yet see the sweet light of the sun. And standing in the crowd of men he bellowed a groanless cry.

[29] As I became a brother to serpents, a companion to ostriches and to night-owls.

[30] But my skin is darker around my limbs, like pitch. And my bones burn with the heat of a fiery disease.

[31] For now my mourning is a song, and my lament was a sweet singing before; All these things have now left me, both song and lyre; Instead of the clear-toned lyre I delight always in wailing, and in groaning and tearful weeping.

Latin (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (Duport's facing Latin translation of his Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 30.1 focus

TAlis eram olim, pariter venerandúsq; venerandúsque charúſque,

Et, Deus ceu, omnes honoratus inter homines.

Hei mihi, nunc viciſſim mutata omnia ſunt : (ſum

Nunc autem iis, qui me juniores ſunt, deridiculo & ludibrio

Quorum ego patres ponere cum meis canibus

Antehac recuſarem, ut bene-villoſas oves cuſtodirent.

Non enim unquam me, fortes licèt fuerint, juverunt

Aut dicto, aut facto, aut manibus, aut viribuſq; viribuſque

Ætas verò iis periit volventibus annis

Incaſſum, ſine-gloria, confecti autem erant ſenectâ triſti.

Qui paupertate inediâq; inediâque charum afflicti cor,

Et per campum deſertum vagantes huc illuc,

Solitarii fugiebant per terram infructuoſam,

Quà ſemper aſpera, ſteriliſq; ſteriliſque apparebat terra.

Vagatione autem non eſt pejus aliud mortalibus.

Illi verò gratiâ pernicioſi ventris malos dolores ferentes

Jactati-ſunt, quandoquidẽ quandoquidem iis contigerit error, & damnũ damnum, & dolor?

Vellebant autem inter frutices malvam (fames enim ſuaſit

Improba) de mediis herbam colligentes ſpinis,

Juniperíq; Juniperíque radicem, ut iis edulium foret.

Ex hominum generatione viles tanquam extorrès

Procul admodum exturbati ſunt, errare-coacti à cœtu :

In eos autem vociferantes ibant homines, velut in latronem.

Clanſculum tum habitabant in vallibus & in ſaltibus,

Terræ in anfractibus, penitiſſimus quà erat ſinus,

In ſpeluncis cavis, & in rupibus profundis.

Sylvis in denſis ſicut aſini rudebant

Fame confecti, & ſub urticis congregati ſunt.

Inſipientium patrum ipſi conſimiles filii,

Et iis erant obſcuri inter homines parentes,

Vilioréſ q; que & contemptiores tellure ipſâ,

Quæ ſemper ſub pedibus preſſa gemit.

Nunc autem mihi convitiantur, priùs licèt taliſ fuerim,

Et tales licèt ipſi ſint, contumelioſis verbis;

Hi quidem dicteriis-me-inceſſunt, ego verò deſpicatui ſum.

Graviter me oderunt, & à me procul abalienati ſunt,

Verùm (quod turpe eſt etiam hominibus audire)

Ne q; que meam erubeſcunt inſpuentes faciem.

Quoniam mei Deus nervum diſſolvit arcûs,

Et me retibus mortis, damnó q; que illaqueavit gravi,

Ideo impudentiâ induti velut equi

Vincula diruperunt, & excuſſerunt lora.

Juvenes recèns-pubeſcentes ad dexteram me adorti ſunt,

Pueri parvuli, qui adhuc olent nutricem,

Pedéſ q; que meos agitârunt, ut in pulvere caderem,

Et pernicioſas in me aggeſſerunt vias, ut in infortunium inciderem.

Greſſus meos ſupplantantes deturbârunt ex ſemita,

Vaſtârúnt q; que vias, ſtaré q; que non eſt integrum.

Calamitatem meam maturant feſtinantes ad malitiam

Parvuli quantumvìs exiſtentes, adjutor autem iis non adeſt.

Totis-viribus irruerunt in me impetuoſo furore,

Quemadmodum cùm inundans fluvius in campum decurrit

Torrens, qui velociter fluens diſſipat pontes.

Circa me ceu ingens fluctus convoluti venerunt

Die funeſto, ſæva cùm ingruit calamitas.

Terrores undique me invaſerunt, alius poſt alium,

Et animam perſecuti ſunt, quaſſârúnt q; que mihi charum cor,

Sicut ventus vehemens palearum acervum conquaſſat

Aridarum: caduca mea tranſit proſperitas

Veluti nubes, quam facilè diſſipavit vis venti.

Nunc verò mihi effuſa eſt anima aquis ſimilis,

Calamitas me gravis & crudelis dies prehendit.

Oſſa mea doloribus transfoſſa nocturnis

Mœrent, nervi putreſcunt, malíq; malíque non eſt relaxatio.

Morbus autem validus & vibex cruentus

Veſtes deturpârunt, tunica verò mea circa membra

Sanie tota inquinatur, & ſanguine, & pulvere.

Undique me conſtrinxit magis morbus quàm veſtis.

In lutum me præcipitavit Immortalis, ego verò contaminatus ſum,

Deformibus autem membris niger adhæſit cinis,

Corp⁹ Corpus verò meũ meum pulvere fœdatur, cinis totus ſum, pulvíſque.

Ad te, Rex, clamavi, tu autem clamantem non audis;

Ad te reſpiciens ſteti, tu autem non curas ſtantem.

Terribilis mihi factus es & crudelis, neq; neque clemens;

Adverſarium autem mihi tuarum robur eſt manuum.

Procellâ ingenti me abripuiſti, ſurſum verò elatus ſum,

Inſidens currui verſatilis turbinis.

Membra verò mea ſolviſti, & diſcidiſti artus omnes.

Bene enim ego hoc novi mente & animo,

Quòd me ſtatim ad mortis communem domum vehes,

Omnibus ubi viventibus ſtatutum eſt dormire.

Fatum verò neminem arbitror fugiturum hominum.

At neq; neque Pater in ſepulcrum manus extendet,

Ut defunctos morte triſti exolvar,

Quantumvìs eum in vita ærumnâ oppreſſi gravi

Manibus extenſis multùm precarentur ſinguli.

Nonne hominem miſerum lugebat mihi charum cor

Ejus caſum deflenti, cùm ad eum fors gravis pervenit?

Nonne pauperem commiſerans pertuli dolores animo?

Nonne cùm alicubi quenquám vidi laceras corpore veſtes habentem,

Afflictum fame, miſeratio me tenuit intuentem?

Veruntamen ſic clemens licèt fuerim, & mitis ſemper,

Dum bonum mihi ſperavi adfuturum, malum venit;

Dum & lumen ſedebam expectans, venit caligo.

Viſcera autem mea fervent intus, eáq; eáque urit inteſtinus ignis;

Neq; Neque ulla eſt intermiſſio nigrorum dolorum :

Prævenit autem me funeſtus calamitatis dies.

Semper autem in pectoribus charum afflictus cor

Repens erro per tenebras obſcuras,

Neq; Neque unquam video dulce lumen ſolis;

Stanſ verò hominum in cœtu gemibundam edo vocem.

Veluti frater factus ſum ſerpentibus, ſocius

Struthocamelis, bubonibús q; que nocturnis.

Cutis autem mihi circa membra nigra eſt ut pix,

Oſá q; que uruntur ignei æſtu morbi.

Leſſus nunc meum eſt melos, & lamentatio cantilena

Suavis quæ antea fuit: hæc uti q; que jam omnia defecêrunt,

Canticum, & cithara: lyra autem pro canora

Satior uſ q; que fletu luctú q; que lacrymabili.

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ed. Henry Barclay Swete D.D.

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