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Ὑπολαβὼν δὲ Ἰὼβ λέγει

Εἰ γάρ τις ἱστῶν στήσαι μου τὴν ἀργήν,

τὰς δὲ ὀδύνας μου ἄραι ἐν ζυγῷ ὁμοθυμαδόν,

καὶ δὴ ἄμμου παραλίας βαρυτέρα ἔσται·

ἀλλ᾿ ὡς ἔοικεν τὰ ῥήματά μού ἐστιν φαῦλα.

βέλη γὰρ Κυρίου ἐν τῷ σώματί μού ἐστιν,

ὧν ὁ θυμὸς αὐτῶν ἐκπίνει μου τὸ αἷμα,

ὅταν ἄρξωμαι λαλεῖνἵκεντοῦσί με.

τί γάρ; μὴ διὰ κενῆς κεκράξεται ὄνος ἄγριος, ἀλλ ἡ τὰ σῖτα

ζητῶνς

εἰ δὲ καὶ ῥήξει φωνὴν βοῦς ἐπὶ φάτνης ἔχων τὰ βρώματα;

εἰ βρωθήσεται ἄρτος ἄνευ ἁλός;

εἰ δὲ καὶ ἔστιν γεῦμα ἐν ῥήμασιν κενοῖς;

οὐ δύναται γὰρ παύσασθαί μου ἡ ὄργή·

βρόμον γὰρ ὁρῶ τὰ σῖτά μου ὥσπερ ὀσμὴν λέοντος.

εἰ γὰρ δῴη, καὶ ἔλθοι μου ἡ αἴτησις,

καὶ τὴν ἐλπίδα μου δῴη ὁ κύριος.

ἀρξάμενος ὁ κύριος τρωσάταν με,

εἰς τέλος δὲ μή με ἀνελέτω.

εἴη δέ μου πόλις τάφος, ἐφʼ ἧς ἐπὶ τειχέων ἡλλόμην ἐπʼ αὐτῆς.

οὐ φείσομαι

¹²

οὐ γὰρ ἐψευσάμην ῥήματα ἅγια θεοῦ μου.

τίς γάρ μου ἡ ἰσχύς, ὅτι ὑπομένω;

ἢ τίς μου ὁ χρόνος, ὅτι ἀνέχεταί μου ἡ ψυχή

μὴ ἰρχὺς λἰθων ἡ ἰσχύς μους;

ἢ αἱ σάρκες μού εἰσιν χαλκεῖαι;

ἢ οὐκ ἐπʼ αὐτῷ ἐπεποίθεν·;

βοήθεα δὲ ἀπʼ ἐμοῦ ἄπεστιν.

ἀπείπατό με ἔλεος,

ἐπισκοπὴ δὲ Κυρίου ὑπερεῖδέν με.

οὐ προσεῖδόν με οἱ ἐγγύτατοί μου· ὥσσερ χειμάρρους ἐκλείπων.

ἢ ὥσπερ κῦμα παρῆλθόν με·

οἵτινές με διευλαβοῦντο, νῦν ἐπιπεπτώκασίν μοι ὥσπερ χιὼν

ἢ κρύσταλλος πεπηγώς·

καθὼς τακεῖσα θέρμης γενομένης οὐκ ἐπεγνώσθη ὅπερ ἦν·

οὓτως κἀγὼ κατελείφθην ὑπὸ πάντων,

ἀπωλόμην δὲ καὶ ἔξοικος ἐγενόμην.

ἴδετε ὁδοὺς Θαιμανῶν.

ἀτραποὐς Σαβῶν οἱ διορῶντες·

καὶ αἰσχύνην ὀφειλήσουσιμν

οἱ ἐπὶ πόλεσιν καὶ χρήμασιν πεποιθότες.

ἀτὰρ δὲ καὶ ὑμεῖς ἐπέβητέ μοι ἀνελεημόνως.

ὥστε ἰδόντες τὸ ἐμὸν τραῦμα φοβήθητε.

τί γάρ; μή τι ὑμᾶς ἤτησα.

ἢ τῆς παρʼ ὑμῶν ἰσχύος ἐπιδέομαι, ²³ὥστε σῶσαί με ἐξ

ἐχθρῶν,

ἢ ἐκ χειρὸς δυναστῶν ῥύσασθαί με;

διδάξατέ με. ἐγὼ δὲ κωφεύσω·

εἰ τι πεπλάνημαι, φράσατέ μοι.

³⁵

ἀλλ᾿ ὡς ἔοικεν φαῦλα ἀληθινοῦ ῥήματα,

οὐ γὰρ παρʼ ὑμῶν ἰσχὺν αἰτοῦμαι

οὐδὲ ὁ ἔλεγχος ὑμῶν ῥήμασίν με παύσει,

οὐδὲ γὰρ ὑμῶν φθέγμα ῥήματος ἀνέξομαι.

πλὴν ὅτι ἐπʼ ὀρφανῷ ἐπιπίπτετε,

ἐνάλλεσθε δὲ ἐπὶ φίλῳ ὑμῶν.

νυνὶ δὲ εἰσβλέψας εἰς πρόσανπα ὑμῶν οὐ ψεύσομαι.

καθίσατε δὴ καὶ μὴ εἲη ἄδικον,

καὶ πάλιν τῷ δικαίῳ συνέρχεσθε.

οὐ γάρ ἐστν ἐν γλώσσῃ μου ἄδικον·

ἢ ὁ λάρυγξ μου οὐχὶ σύνεσιν μελετᾷ;

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).) — 6.1 focus

Τὸν δ’ βαρυστενάχων ἀπαμείβετο δῖος Ἴωβος,

Ὡς ὄφελ’ εὖ ἴσαις ἐμεῦ ἄχθος ἀχθομένοιο,

Ἄτη τ’ ἀργαλέη ἅμ’ ἐνὶ πλάστιγγι τίθεσθαι,

Ἠδέ τ’ ὀϊζὺς εἰν ἰσοζυγέεσσι ταλάντοις,

Ὅσσά τε νῦν ἐμόγησα τάλας τετληότι θυμῷ·

Πάντα μάλ’· οὐδ’ ἂν νηῦς ἑκατόνζυγος ἄχθος ἄροιτο.

Οὐδὲ βάρος κεν τόσσον ἔοι ψαμάθοιο βαθείης,

Ἧι κέχυτ’ ἤλιθα πολλὴ ἐπὶ ῥηγμῖνι θαλάσσης,

Τούνεκά μοι ἄλλιον ἔπος ἔκφυγεν, ὅ, τί κεν εἴπω.

Ἐν γὰρ πήχθεν ἐμοῖγε Θεοῦ πτερόεντες ὀϊστοί·

Αἷμα δέ μοι ψυχήν τ’ ἔπιεν θανατηφόρος ἰὸς

Πικριδανῶν βελέων, ἅμα δ’ ἔγκατα πάντα λάφυξεν.

Ἦ ἄρ’ ὑπαὶ λιμῷ νωθὴς κεκράξετ’ ὄναγρος

Βοσκόμενος λειμῶνος μέμυκε δὲ βοῦς ἐπὶ φάτνῃ

Πιείρῃ, κρῖ λευκὸν ἐρεπτομένη καὶ ὀλύρας;

Ἦ κεν ἔδοι τις ἄχυλον ἄνευ ἁλός; ἢ ἐνὶ λαιμῷ

Ὧδε χυμὸς ἔνεστιν, ἢ εἰν ἁλίοισιν ἔπεσσιν;

Ὅσσά περ ἁψίχορος στυγέων ἀπανήνατο θυμὸς,

Ταῦτά μοι ἐσθομένης πόρ’ ἀτερπέα δαῖτα τραπέζης.

Ὦ, μοι ἐγὼ δειλὸς, τί νυ δείσομαι αἰνὰ μογήσας;

Εἴθ’ ὄφελ’ Ἀθάνατος τόδε μοι κρηῆναι ἐέλδωρ,

Τὸ πάλαι ἱέμενος, τό, τε δὴν ποτιδέγμενος εἰμι·

Ὡς ποτέ οἱ φίλον εἴη ἐμεῦ ἀπὸ θυμὸν ἑλέσθαι,

Ὄφρα με χειρὶ βαλὼν στυγερῆς αἰῶνος ἀμέρσαι.

Καί νύ κε θάλπωρή τις ἀνάπνευσίς τε κακοῖο

Γίγνοιτο, τλαίω δ’ καὶ ἀχνύμενός περ ἀνάγκῃ.

Μήτι μοι ὄσσε περίδοιτ’ ἐπεὶ οὐ λόγον ἐκ ὀρέκρυψα

Ἐν στήθεσσιν ἐμοῖς, τὰ δ’ θέσφατα πάντ’ ἀνέφλωα.

Ἀλλὰ τί μοι σθένος ἐστὶ; τί μοι μήκιστα γένηται;

Ὄφρά γε τετλαίην, καὶ ἔτι ζωοῖσι μετείην;

Ἦ λιθοκάρδιός εἰμι; πέτρῃσί τε κάρτος ἔοικα;

Πέτρης κάρτος ἔοικα, μῖτος δ’ αἴθωνι σιδήρῳ;

Ἦ ἀδάμαντι δέμας, καὶ σάρκας ἀτειρέϊ χαλκῷ;

Ἄλκαρ ἐμὸν πόθεν ἐστίν; ἐμὴν οὐκ αὐτὸς ἀρωγὴν

Ἔνδον ἔχω; ἤ μοι πάγχυ φρένας ὤλεσε δαίμων;

Αἰεὶ δ’ ἐσθλὸς ἀνὴρ οἰκτίρμονα μῆτιν ὑφαίνει,

Ἀχνυμένων δὲ φίλων περικήδεται, ἠδ’ ἐλεαίρει

Τλημοθύως, εἴπερ τι Θεοῦ μήνιμα δέδοικεν.

Ἄλλ’ ἐμὲ τοσσατίοισι βαρυνόμενον φρένα μόχθοις·

Ἐξαπάφησ’ ἐπέεσσι κασίγνητοί τε, ἕται τε.

Πὰρ δ’ ἦλθον χειμάῤῥῳ ἐοικότες ὦκα ῥέοντι·

Ῥεῖ’ ἀφ’ ἐμεῖο τ’ ὄλισθον ὁμῶς ποταμοῖο ῥεέθροις·

Τοῖσί γε λεῖος ὕπερθε περιτρέφετο κρύσταλλος,

Καὶ νιφετὸς, τὸ δ’ ἔνερθε κελαινιάδα τρέφε κῦμα

Τὸ πρίν· χείματι γάρ τε μινυνθαδίῳ ἐπεπήγει·

Αὐτὰρ ὅτ’ ἠελίοιο φόως, ἀλέη τε γένηται,

Τόφρα τὰ μέν τε ἀλεεινὰ διέῤῥεεν ἄλλυδις ἄλλο.

Οἶμος ἤ σκολιὸς σφετέρων παρέτρεπτο κελαδίζων·

Κεῖνα δ’ ἀμαυρώθη ταχέως, φθινύθεσκέ τε πάμπαν,

Πᾶς δ’ ἐξεράνθη ποταμὸς, χέτο δ’ ἀγλαὸν ὕδωρ.

Οἱ Θαιμανῖται ἴδον, ποτιδεύχαται ἠδὲ Σαβεῖοι,

Εἰσόκε πίνοντες πολυκαγκέα δίψαν ἀφῶσιν.

Ἀλλ’ ὅτε δὴ ποταμῶν ἀπατήλια ῥεύμαθ’ ἵκοντο,

Ἐλπίς τέ σφιν ὄλωλεν ἀποφθιμένοιο ῥόοιο·

Ὡς ἴδον, ὡς σφέας εἷλε κατηφείη τε καὶ αἰδώς·

Αἰσχρὸν γὰρ δηρόν τε μένειν, κενεώς τε νέεσθαι.

Ὡς ὑμεῖς δολεροὶ, καὶ σχέτλιοι, ἐπιδανοί τε,

Ὦ πέπονες, κακ’ ἐλέγχε’, ἐμὴν ἐσορῶντες ὀϊζύν·

Τίφθ’ οὕτω ταρβεῖτε καὶ ἐν φρεσὶ δειδίξασθε;

Τίφθ’ οὕτως ἔστητε τεθηπότες ἠΰτε νεβροί;

Ἦ ῥά ποτ’ ὔμμιν ἔφην, Δότε μοι κειμήλιον ἐσθλὸν,

Δῶρα δ’ ὑπὲρ μεῦ φέρτε φίλοι, ἐχθροῖσιν ἄποινα,

Δυσμενέων ἀνδρῶν ῥύσασθέ με ἐκ παλαμάων,

Ἔκ θ’ ὑβριστήρων ὃι ἀτάσθαλα μηχανόωνται;

Εἴπατε, σιγήσω· ὑποθέσθε μοι, ὅ,ττι προ ἴστε,

Ὅς δ’ ᾖ σιωπῇ τλήσομ’, ἔχων ἀρίηκοον οὖας,

Οὐδέ πάλιν ἐρέω μάλα περ τετιημένος ἦτορ.

Ἀμπλακίας μοι ἐμὰς ὑποδείκνυτε, ὄφρα δαείω.

Ὡς δυνάτ’ μάλα πόλλ’ ἔπεα φρεσὶν αἴσιμα εἰδώς·

Ἐν δέ τε ἲς μύθοισιν, ἐπεὶ κατὰ μοῖραν ἔ-

ειπεν,

Οὐκ ὀλίγη, ἀγαθή τε παραίφασίς ἐστιν ἑταίρου·

Ἀλλὰ τί νυῖ ὐμέων μομφὴ καὶ μῶμος ἐλέγχει;

Νήπιοι, ἦ ῥά νυ φᾶτε λόγων μωμήτορες εἶναι,

Ἀνδρὸς ἀνελπίστοιο λόγων ἀνέμοισιν ὁμοίων;

Οἷόν γαρ ψιθύρισμα λιγυπνείοντος ἀήτεω,

Τοῖον ἔπος πέλεν ἀνδρὸς ἀνάλκιδος ἐπιδανοῖο.

Ἀλλ’ ὐμῖν κραδίη, πέλεκυς ὣς, ἐστὶν ἀτειρής.

Παιδὶ μὲν ὀρφανικῷ ἀλεγεινὸν ἐφήκατε πότμον,

Δυστήνῳ δ' ἑτάρῳ ἀπατηλὸν ὀρύξατε βόθρον.

Κέκλυτέ μοι μύθων κακά περ πάσχοντος, ἑταῖροι.

Σχέθε, φίλοι, καί μ' οἷον ἐάσατε κηδεμόνων ἄρ.

Λεύσσετ' ἐμὴν ἄτην, καὶ ὁρῆτέ με, οἷα πέπονθα·

Ὑμεῖς γὰρ σάφα ἴστ' (ἐπεὶ οὐκ ἀνοήμονές ἐστε)

”Εἰ ἐτεόν τι ἐγὼ μυθεύομαι, ἠὲ καὶ οὐκί.

”Ἀλλ' ὑπονοσήσατε φίλοι, ἐπεὶ οὐκ ἀπέοικεν,

”Ἀλλ' ὑπονοσήσατε παλίντροπον ἦτορ ἔχοντες,

”Εὐδικίην νοέοντες ἐμὴν, ὅτ' ἀναίτιός εἰμι.

”Ἦ ῥά μοι ἐνὶ γλώσσῃ πέλεν ἀμπλακίη ἀλεγεινή;

”Ἠέ μοι ἀκριτόμυθος ἀπὸ στόματος ῥέεν αὐδή;

Translations (3)

Job Perseus (World English Bible. Revision of the American Standard Version of 1901. Rainbow Missions, Inc., 2000-2024.) — 6 focus

Then Job answered,

Oh that my anguish were weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!

For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, Therefore have my words been rash.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.

Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass? Or does the ox low over his fodder?

Can that which has no flavor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

My soul refuses to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me.

Oh that I might have my request; That God would grant the thing that I long for!

Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

Be it still my consolation, Yes, let me exult in pain that doesn’t spare, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.

What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?

Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?

Isn’t it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?

To him who is ready to faint, kindness should be shown from his friend; Even to him who forsakes the fear of the Almighty.

My brothers have dealt deceitfully as a brook, As the channel of brooks that pass away;

Which are black by reason of the ice, in which the snow hides itself:

In the dry season, they vanish. When it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.

The caravans that travel beside them turn aside; They go up into the waste, and perish.

The caravans of Tema looked, The companies of Sheba waited for them.

They were put to shame because they had hoped; They came there, and were confounded.

For now you are nothing. You see a terror, and are afraid.

Did I say, Give to me? Or, Offer a present for me from your substance?

Or, Deliver me from the adversary’s hand? Or, Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors?

Teach me, and I will hold my peace; Cause me to understand wherein I have erred.

How forcible are words of uprightness! But your reproof, what does it reprove?

Do you intend to reprove words, Seeing that the speeches of one who is desperate are as wind?

Yes, you would even cast lots for the fatherless, And make merchandise of your friend.

Now therefore be pleased to look at me, For surely I shall not lie to your face.

Please return. Let there be no injustice; Yes, return again, my cause is righteous.

Is there injustice on my tongue? Can’t my taste discern mischievous things?

English (DeepSeek, 2026) (OCR draft) Experimental (Machine-assisted English translation of James Duport's Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job.) — 6.1 focus

[1] Then noble Job, groaning heavily, answered him: 'Would that you would well weigh the burden of me who am burdened, and that grievous Ruin together on the scale were placed, and misery too in equal-balanced talents — all that I, wretched, have now toiled with enduring heart!'

[2] All this, truly. Nor would a hundred-benched ship carry the burden.

[3] Nor would even the weight of the deep sand be so great, which is poured abundantly on the shore of the sea; therefore a different word escaped me, whatever I might say.

[4] For in me the winged arrows of God were fixed; And the deadly poison of the bitter arrows drank my blood and my life, and at once devoured all my inward parts.

[5] Does the sluggish wild ass bray under famine as it grazes in the meadow? And does the ox bellow at the Pierian manger, feeding on white barley and spelt?

[6] Could one eat something tasteless without salt? Or is there thus any flavor in the throat, or in the white-of-egg words?

[7] Whatever my soul, loathing them, refused to touch, these things my table has served me as a joyless feast.

[8] Ah, wretch that I am, why should I wait after suffering dreadful things? Would that it had been granted to me by the Immortal to fulfill this long-desired wish, which I have long yearned for and have long been awaiting;

[9] As it might ever be dear to him to take away my life, so that striking me with his hand he might deprive me of hateful life.

[10] And then there might be some comfort and respite from evil, and I would endure even though grieving, by necessity. Would that my eyes might look past me, since I have not hidden a word from my breast, and all the oracles I have made clear.

[11] But what strength have I? What end shall be mine? That I might endure, and still be among the living?

[12] Am I stone-hearted? And is my strength like rocks? Am I like the strength of a rock, or a thread to blazing iron? Is my frame adamant, and my flesh unyielding bronze?

[13] Whence is my help? Do I not myself have my help within? Or has a god utterly destroyed my mind?

[14] Always does the good man weave a compassionate purpose, and he cares for grieving friends, and he pities the wretched, if ever he fears any wrath of God.

[15] But me, weighed down in mind by so many toils— My brothers and companions deceived me with words. And they came alongside, like a winter torrent flowing swiftly; Easily they slipped away from me, just like the streams of a river;

[16] On them, at least, smooth ice was frozen over on top, and snow, while beneath it nourished a dark wave, as before; for it had been frozen solid by a brief frost;

[17] But when the light of the sun and warmth come, then those warm things flow away, each in a different direction.

[18] Their path is turned aside and becomes crooked, roaring; Those things quickly grow dim, and they waste away utterly, and every river is dried up, and the bright water is poured out.

[19] The Temanites saw it, and the Sabeans wait for it, until those drinking the much-parching thirst let it go.

[20] But when they reached the deceitful streams of rivers, hope perished for them as the stream withered away; As they saw, so shame and modesty seized them; For it is shameful to wait long, and to return empty.

[21] So you are treacherous, and cruel, and grievous, O wretches, base reproaches, watching my misery; Why do you fear in this way and dread in your hearts? Why do you stand thus astonished like fawns?

[22] Did I ever say to you, 'Give me a good treasure, and bring me gifts on my behalf, friends, a ransom to my enemies; rescue me from the hands of hostile men, and from violent men who devise reckless things'?

Δυσμενέων ἀνδρῶν ῥύσασθέ με ἐκ παλαμάων,

Ἔκ θ’ ὑβριστήρων ὃι ἀτάσθαλα μηχανόωνται;

[24] Speak, and I will be silent. Instruct me, whatever you know beforehand; but I, who would keep silent, will endure, having a listening ear, and I will not speak again, though my heart is greatly grieved. Show me my transgressions, so that I may learn.

[25] How forceful are upright words, from one who knows well in his mind! And there is no little strength in words, when he has spoken according to what is right, and the encouragement of a comrade is good. But why does your censure and blame now reprove me?

[26] Fools, did you really claim to be censors of words, of a man beyond hope, whose words are like the winds? For such as is the whispering of a shrill-breathing wind, such was the speech of a strengthless, cowardly man.

[27] But your heart is unyielding, like an axe. On an orphan child you have cast a grievous doom, and for a wretched companion you have dug a treacherous pit.

[28] Hear me, friends, though I suffer evils. Hold, friends, and leave me alone, then, of my guardians. Look upon my ruin, and see me, what I have suffered; For you know well (since you are not foolish) whether I speak truly, or not.

[29] But turn back, friends, since it is not unfitting; but turn back, having a changed heart, considering my justice, since I am blameless.

[30] Is there indeed on my tongue a grievous offense? Or does a confused speech flow from my mouth?

Latin (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (Duport's facing Latin translation of his Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 6.1 focus

Huic autẽ autem graviter-ingemiſcens reſpondit divinus Jobus;

Utinam bene appenderetur mei dolor oppreſſi,

Calamitáſque gravis ſimul in libra poneretur,

Et miſeria mea in æqua bilance :

Et quæcunque nunc toleravi miſer patienti animo,

Cuncta omninò; nè navis quidem centiremis onus portaret.

Neque pondus tantum eſſet arenæ profundæ,

Quæ fuſa-eſt ubertim multa in litore maris.

Idcirco mihi irritum verbum effugit, quodcunque dixero.

Mihi enim infixæ ſunt Dei alatæ ſagittæ;

Sanguinem verò meum ſpiritúmque hauſit lethiferum virus

Amarulentorum telorum , ſimul autem inteſtina omnia ab ſorpsit.

Nunquid præ fame tardus ruder onager,

Dum paſcitur prato? mugítve bos ad præſepe

Pingue, hordeum album comedens & avenam ?

Num comederit quis inſipidū inſipidum ſine ſale ? vel num in albumine

Ovi ſapor ineſt ? vel in vanis ſermonibus ?

Quæcunque faſtidioſus odit & reſpuit animus,

Hæc mihi peſtiferæ præbent ingratas epulas menſæ.

Heu me miſerum ! utquid vivam gravia paſſus ?

Utinam Immortalis hoc mihi perficeret votum,

Cujusjam olim cupiens fui, quódque diu expectavi !

Ut aliquando illi placitum eſſet mihi animam eripere,

Ut me manu percuteret, & odioſâ vitâ privaret.

Tum utíque ſolatium aliquod, & reſpiratio à malo

Eſſet, & tolerarem mœrens licet, neceſſarió. (celavi

Nè igitur mihi parcat, quandoquidem ejus ſermonem haud

In pectore meo, ſed oracula ejus omnia patefeci.

Verùm quid mihi robur eſt ? quid me tandem fiet ?

Ut tolerarem, & adhuc in vivis eſſem ?

Num lapideo-corde ſum, ſaxíſque robore ſimilis-ſum ?

Saxis robore ſimilis-ſum, viribúſque ardenti ferro ?

Aut adamanti corpore, & carne rigido æri ?

Tutamen meum unde eſt ? meum nonne ipſe auxilium

Intus habeo ? vel an mihi prorſus mentem perdidit Deus ?

Semper autem bonus vir miſericors conſilium texit,

Ægrorúmque amicorum curam-gerit, & miſeretur

Afflictorum, ſi omnino Dei indignationem metuerit,

At me tot gravatum mente miſeriis

Ludificant verbis fratréſque, amicíque.

Tranſierunt autem torrenti ſimiles celeriter fluenti;

Facilè à me lapſi ſunt quemadmodum fluviales undæ:

Quibus levis ſupernè concrevit glacies,

Et nix, ſubtus autem nigricavit denſus fluctus

Antea; (frigore enim brevi conſtringebantur )

At poſtquam ſolis lux, æſtúſque fuerit,

Tunc illæ quidem tepidæ diffluxerè aliò atque alió:

Semita autem obliqua ſuarum perverſa eſt viarum;

Ipſæ verò evanuerunt ſtatim, interciderúntque penitus,

Totus autem exaruit fluvius, ſiſtebatúrque limpida aqua.

Thamanitæ viderunt, expectarúntque Sabei,

Donec bibentes aridam ſitim expellerent.

At cùm jam ad amnium fallacia fluenta veniſſent,

Spéſque iis periiſſet deficiente flumine;

Ut primùm viderunt, eos occupavit probrum & pudor.

Turpe enim diúque manere, vacuóſque redire.

Similiter vos fallaces, & nequam, viláſque,

O molles, mala propudia, meam intuentes calamitatem

Quid adeò expaveſcitis, & animis horreſcitis?

Curnam ſic ſtatis ſtupidi ſicut hinnuli?

Num quando vobis dixi, Date mihi munus bonum,

Dona pro me ferte amici, hoſtibus redemptionis pretium,

Inimicorum virorum liberate me è manibus,

Et ab oppreſſoribus, qui improba machinantur?

Eloquimini, [&]tacebo;ſuggerite mihi quodcun g; que nõſtis noſtis,

Ego autem tacitè ſuſtinebo adhibens attentam aurem,

Neque contradicam, valdè licet afflictus corde.

Delicta mihi mea oſtendite, ut ſciam.

Quàm multum valet verba in animo recta ſciens;

Ineſt autem vis ejus ſermonibus, quandoquidem probè-&
prudenter loquitur,

Non exigua, bonúmque-hortamen eſt amici.

At quid nunc veſtra increpatio & reprehenſio arguit?

Inepti, nunquid exiſtimatis verborum reprehenſores eſſe

Viri deſperati verborum ventis ſimilium?

Qualis enim ſuſurrus ſtridulè-ſpirantis venti,

Talis ſermo eſt homuncionis debilis, deſpicabilis,

At vobis cor ſecuris inſtar eſt durum:

Puero ſanè orphano miſerandam inflixiſtis mortem,

Miſeróque ſodali fraudulentam fodiſtis foveam.

Audite meos ſermones, mala licèt patientis, ô ſociis;

Deſiſtite amici, & me miſſum faciatis mœrentem licèt.

Cernite meum infortunium, & videte me, qualia paſſus ſum:

Vos enim certò ſcitis, (ſiquidem non inſipientes eſtis )

An verum ego dicam, an non. (eſt;

Denuo revertimini, amici, quandoquidem non indecorum

Denuo revertimini redux cor habentes,

Integritatem conſiderantes meam, quoniam inſons ſum.

Nunquid mea in lingua eſt iniquitas gravis?

Aut mihi futilis ab ore fluit vox?

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Job

1. U+05D0AC

2. 25 γνωση δε] και γνωση A | πανβοτανον U+05D0Α 26 ελευση] απελευση A | καιρον] +αυτου A | θειμωνια U+05D0 | συγκομισθεισα Bᵇ 27 εξιχνιασα U+05D0 (μεν U+05D0c.a | om ει BᵃᵇU+05D0*A (hab U+05D0c.a C); in C pl extersa sunt vel abscissa usque XI 2 | επραξας] εποιησας A VI 2 ει] τι A 3 βαρυτεραι εισιν A 4 σωματι] στοματι U+05D0 | om ουτων A | κεντουσι BU+05D0A (hiat C) 5 φατνης] παθμης U+05D0* (φατν. U+05D0c.a) 6 om ει βρωθησεται...αλος U+05D0* (hab U+05D0c.a) | κενοις] καινοις U+05D0A 7 γαρ 1⁰] δε A | μου παυσασθαι ACᵛⁱᵈ | οργη ψυχη U+05D0c.aA ευχη C | οσμη U+05D0 (οσμην U+05D0c.a) U+05D0 δωῃ 1⁰] δοιη U+05D0c.a (postea restit δωη) | ελθη A | κυριος] θς A 9 om με 1⁰ U+05D0* (hab U+05D0c.a) A | om με 20 U+05D0* (hab U+05D0c.a) 10 μου] μοι A | πολις] η π. μου A | ηλλομην] ελλομην A | επ] απ U+05D0* (επ BᵃU+05D0c.a)) inc stich U+05D0 | ου φεισομαι] ου μη φεισωμαι U+05D0Α (φισ.) ουδεν φισομαι C inc stich AC

3. U+05D0ΑC

5. B

Septuaginta Job 6

ed. Henry Barclay Swete D.D.

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