James Duport, Job, 10.10

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[10] As when rennet, hastening, curdles white milk that is liquid, and it is quickly turned about, churning it. Thus then you poured me out, and like cheese you curdled me.

Job. James Duport. . .

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

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Ἰώβ First1KGreek (Septuaginta. The Old Testament in Greek According to the Septuagint. Volume 2: I Chronicles-Tobit. Swete, Henry Barclay, editor. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1896.) — 10 focus

κάμνων τῇ ψυχῇ μου.

στένων ἐπαφήσω ἐπʼ αὐτὸν τὰ ῥήματά μου·

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λαλήσαω πικρίᾳ ψυχῆς μου συνεχόμενος.

καὶ ἐρῶ πρὸς Κύριον Μή με ἀσεβεῖν δίδασκε·

καὶ διὰ τί με οὕτως ἔκρινας;

ἢ καλόν σοι ἐὰν ἀδικήσω;

ὅτι ἀπείπω ἔργα χειρῶν σου,

βουλῆ δὲ ἀσεβῶν προσέσχες;

ἢ ὥσπερ βροτὸς ὁρᾷ καθορᾷς;

ἢ καθὼς ὁρᾷ ἄνθρωπος βλέψῃς

ἢ ὁ βίος σου ἀνθρώπινός ἐστιν,

ἢ τὰ ἔτη σου ἀνδρός;

ὃτι ἀνεζήτησας τὴν ἀνομίαν μου,

καὶ τὰς ἁμαρτίας μου ἐξιχνίασας;

οἲδας γὰρ ὅτι οὐκ ἠσέβησα·

ἀλλὰ τίς ἐστιν ὁ ἐκ τῶν χειρῶν σου ἐξαιρούμενος

αἱ χεῖρές σου ἔπλασάν με καὶ ἐποίησάν με.

μετὰ ταῦτα μεταβαλὼν με ἔπαισας.

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§9μνήσθητι ὅτι πηλόν με ἔπλασας,

εἰς δὲ γῆν με πάλιν ἀποστρέφεις.

ἢ οὐχ ὥσπερ γάλα με ἤμελξας,

ἐτύρωσας δέ με ἲσα τυρῷ ;

δέρμα δὲ καὶ κρέα με ἐνέδυσας,

ὀστέοις δέ καὶ νεύροις με ἔνειρας·

ζωὴν δὲ καὶ ἔλεος ἔθου παρʼ ἐμοί,

ἡ δὲ ἐπισκοπή σου ἐφύλαξέν μου τὸ πνεῦμα.

ταῦτα ἔχων ἐν σεαυτῷ οἶδα ὅτι πάντα δύνασαι·

ἀδυνατεῖ δέ σοι οὐθέν.

ἐάν τε γὰρ ἁμάρτω, φυλάσσεις με,

ἀπὸ δὲ ἀνομίας οὐκ ἀθῷόν με πεποίηκας.

ἐάν τε γὰρ ἀσεβήσω, οἲμοι·

ἐὰν δὲ δἰκαιος, οὐ δύναμαι ἀνακύψαι.

πλήρης γὰρ ἀτιμίας εἰμί.

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ἀγρεύομαι γὰρ ὥσπερ λέων εἰς σφαγήν·

πάλιν γὰρ μεταβαλὼν δεινῶς με ὀλέκεις.

ἐπανακαινίζων ἐπʼ ἐμὲ τὴν ἔτασίν μου·

ὀργῇ δὲ μεγάλη μοι ἐχρήσω.

ἐπήγαγες δὲ ἐπʼ ἐμέ πειρατήρια.

ἲνα τί οὖν ἐκ κοιλίας με ἐξήγαγες, καὶ οὐκ ἀπέθανον,

ὀφθαλμὸς δέ με οὐκ εἶδεν,

καὶ ὥσπερ οὐκ ὤν ἐγενόμην

διὰ τί γὰρ ἐκ γαστρὸς εἰς μνῆμα οὐκ ἀπηλλάγην;

ἤ οὐκ ὀλίγος ἐστὶν ὁ βίος τοῦ χρόνου μου

ἔασόν με ἀναπαύσασθαι μικρὸν

πρὸ τοῦ με πορευθῆναι ὅθεν οὐκ ἀναστρέψω,

εἰς γῆν σκοτινὴν καὶ γνοφεράν,

(22)εἰς γῆν σκότους αἰωνίου, οὗ οὐκ ἔστιν φέγγος

οὐδὲ ὁρᾶν ζωὴν βροτῶν.

Homeric Greek (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (James Duport, Threnothriambos: a Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 10.10.1 focus

Ὡς δ' ὅτ' ὀπὸς γάλα λευκὸν ἐπειγόμενος συνέπηξεν

Ὑγρὸν ἐὸν, μάλα δ' ὦκα περιτρέφεται, κυκόωντι·

Ὡς ἄρα μ' ἐξέχεάς τε καὶ ἠΰτε τυρὸν ἔπηξας.

Translations (2)

Job Perseus (World English Bible. Revision of the American Standard Version of 1901. Rainbow Missions, Inc., 2000-2024.) — 10 focus

My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

I will tell God, Do not condemn me, Show me why you contend with me.

Is it good to you that you should oppress, That you should despise the work of your hands, And smile on the counsel of the wicked?

Do you have eyes of flesh? Or do you see as man sees?

Are your days as the days of mortals, Or your years as man’s years,

That you inquire after my iniquity, And search after my sin?

Although you know that I am not wicked, There is no one who can deliver out of your hand.

Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether; Yet you destroy me.

Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?

Haven’t you poured me out like milk, And curdled me like cheese?

You have clothed me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews.

You have granted me life and lovingkindness. Your visitation has preserved my spirit.

Yet you hid these things in your heart. I know that this is with you:

If I sin, then you mark me. You will not acquit me from my iniquity.

If I am wicked, woe to me. If I am righteous, I still shall not lift up my head, Being filled with disgrace, And conscious of my affliction.

If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.

You renew your witnesses against me, And increase your indignation on me. Changes and warfare are with me.

Why, then, have you brought me forth out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.

I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.

Aren’t my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,

Before I go where I shall not return from, To the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;

The land dark as midnight, Of the shadow of death, without any order, Where the light is as midnight.

Latin (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (Duport's facing Latin translation of his Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 10.10.1 focus

Sicut quando coagulum lac album citatum coegit,

Quod erat liquidum ; valde autem velociter concreſcit miſcenti;

Sic utique me effudiſti, & velut caſeum coagulâſti.

James Duport Job 10.10

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