James Duport, Job, 14.3

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[3] Do you indeed look upon such things with your eyes, marking sharply all transgressions and faults? And do you come to meet me when I am judged in court?

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.)

Provisional text from uncorrected OCR; expect errors.

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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.) — 14 focus

βροτὸς γὰρ γεννητὸς γυναικὸς ὀλιγόβιος καὶ πλήρης ἀργῆς,

ἤ ὥσπερ ἄνθος ἀνθῆσαν ἐξέπεσεν,

ἀπέδρα δὲ ὥσπερ σκιὰ καὶ οὐ μὴ στῇ.

οὐχὶ καὶ τούτου λόγον ἐποιήσω,

καὶ τούτου ἐποίησας εἰσελθῖν ἐν κρίματι ἐνώπιόν σου

τίς γὰρ καθαρὸς ἔσται ἀπὸ ῥύπου ; ἀλλ᾿ οὐθεἰς,

ἐὰν καὶ μία ἡμέρα ὁ βίος αὐτοῦ ἐπὶ τῆς γῆς·

ἀριθμητοὶ δέ μῆνες αὐτοῦ παρʼ αὐτοῦ,

εἰς χρόνον ἔθου καὶ οὐ μὴ ὑπερβῇ.

ἀπόστα ἀπʼ αὐτοῦ ἳνα ἡσυχάσῃ

καὶ εὐδοκήση τὸν βίον, ὥσπερ ὁ μισθωτός.

ἔστιν γὰρ δένδρῳ ἐλπίς·

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ἐὰν γὰρ ἐκκοπῇ, ἔτι ἐπανθήσει,

καὶ ὁ ῤάδαμνος αὐτοῦ οὐ μὴ ἐκλείπῃ·

ἐὰν γὰρ γηράσῃ ἐν γῇ ἡ ῥίζα αὐτοῦ,

ἐν δὲ πέτρᾳ τελευτήσῃ τὸ στέλεχος αὐτοῦ,

ἀπὸ ὀσμῆς ὕδατος ἀνθήσει,

ποιήσει δὲ θερισμὸν ὥσπερ νεόφυτον.

ἀνήρ δὲ τελευτήσας ᾤχετο,

πεσὼν δὲ βροτὸς οὐκέτι ἐστίν.

χρόνῳ γὰρ σπανίζεται θάλασσα,

ποταμὸς δὲ ἐρημωθεὶς ἐξηράνθη.

ἄνθρωπος δὲ κοιμηθεὶς οὐ μὴ ἀναστῇ

ἕως ἂν ὁ οὐρανὸς οὐ μὴ συνραφῇ,

καὶ οὐκ ἐξυπνισθήσονται ἐξ ὕπνου αὐτῶν

εἰ γὰρ ὄφελον ἐν ᾄδῃ με ἐφύλαξας.

ἔκρυψας δέ με ἕως ἂν παύσηταί σου ἡ ὀργή.

καὶ τάξῃ μοι χρόνον ἐν ᾧ μνείαν μου ποιήσῃ.

ἐὰν γὰρ ἀποθάνῃ ἄνθρωπος. ζήσεται.

συντελέσας ἡμέρας τοῦ βίου αὐτοῦ·

ὑπομενῶ ἕως πάλιν γένωμαι.

εἶτα καλέσεις, ἐγὼ δέ σοι ὑπακούσομαι.

τὰ δὲ ἔργα τῶν χειρῶν σου μὴ ἀποποιοῦ.

ἠρίθμησας δέ μου τὰ ἐπιτηδεύματα,

καὶ οὐ μὴ παρέλθῃ σε οὐδὲν τῶν ἁμαρτιῶν μου·

ἐσφράγισας δέ μου τὰς ἀνομίας ἐν βαλλαντίῳ,

ἐπεσημήνω δὲ εἰ τι ἄκων παρέβην.

καὶ πλὴν ὄρος πίπτον διαπεσεῖται,

καὶ πέτρα παλαιωθήσεται ἐκ τοῦ τόπου αὐτῆς

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λίθους ἐλέαναν ὕδατα,

καὶ κατέκλυσεν ὕδατα ὕπτια τοῦ χώματος τῆς γῆς·

καὶ ὑπομονὴν ἀνθρώπου ἀπώλεσας.

ὦσας αὐτὸν εἰς τέλος, καὶ ᾤχετο·

ἐπέστησας αὐτῷ τὸ πρόσωπον, καὶ ἐξαπέστειλας·

πολλῶν δὲ γενομένων τῶν υἱῶν αὐτοῦ οὐκ οἶδεν,

ἐὸν δὲ ὀλίγοι γένωνται, οὐκ ἐπίσταται·

ἀλλ᾿ ἤ αἱ σάρκες αὐτοῦ ἤλγησαν, ἡ δὲ ψυχὴ αὐτοῦ

ἐπένθησεν.

Homeric Greek (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (James Duport, Threnothriambos: a Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 14.3.1 focus

Ἦ ῥα σὺ μὲν τοιόνδ' ἐπιδέρκεαι ὀφθαλμοῖσιν

Ὀξὺ μάλ' ἀμπλακίας καὶ σφάλματα πάντα νοήσας;

Ἠδὲ δικαζομένῳ μοι ἐπαντιάας ἐν ἀγῶνι;

Translations (2)

Job Perseus (World English Bible. Revision of the American Standard Version of 1901. Rainbow Missions, Inc., 2000-2024.) — 14 focus

Man, who is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.

He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn’t continue.

Do you open your eyes on such a one, And bring me into judgment with you?

Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? Not one.

Seeing his days are determined, The number of his months is with you, And you have appointed his bounds that he can’t pass;

Look away from him, that he may rest, Until he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.

For there is hope for a tree, If it is cut down, that it will sprout again, That the tender branch of it will not cease.

Though the root of it grows old in the earth, And the stock of it dies in the ground;

Yet through the scent of water it will bud, And put forth boughs like a plant.

But man dies, and is laid low. Yes, man gives up the spirit, and where is he?

As the waters fail from the sea, And the river wastes and dries up,

So man lies down and doesn’t rise; Until the heavens are no more, they shall not awake, Nor be roused out of their sleep.

Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, That you would keep me secret, until your wrath is past, That you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!

If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my warfare would I wait, Until my release should come.

You would call, and I would answer you. You would have a desire to the work of your hands.

But now you number my steps. Don’t you watch over my sin?

My disobedience is sealed up in a bag. You fasten up my iniquity.

But the mountain falling comes to nothing; The rock is removed out of its place;

The waters wear the stones; The torrents of it wash away the dust of the earth: So you destroy the hope of man.

You forever prevail against him, and he passes; You change his face, and send him away.

His sons come to honor, and he doesn’t know it; They are brought low, but he doesn’t perceive it of them.

But his flesh on him has pain; His soul within him mourns.

Latin (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (Duport's facing Latin translation of his Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 14.3.1 focus

Nunquid tu talem intueris oculis,

Acriter admodum errores & lapſus omnes obſervans?

Et in-jus-vocato mihi occurris in lite?

James Duport Job 14.3

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