James Duport, Job, 16.3

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[3] O Eliphaz, you have quite touched me in spirit with your rebuke; But you will never cease babbling vain things. Why do you afflict me, who have griefs in my strong heart? Why does your heart and proud spirit urge you on? Do you rush in so recklessly? since there is no need of it at all. Was it in reliance on someone that you answered me with such a hateful word?

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.) — 16 focus

ἀποβήσεται δὲ αὐτῷ κενά,

ἡ δὲ κοιλία αὐτοῦ ὑποίσει δόλον.

῾γπολαβὼν δὲ ᾿Ιὼβ λέγει

Ἀκήκοα τοιαῦτα πολλά· παρακλήτοπες κακῶν πάντες.

τί γάρ; μὴ τάξις ἐσὶν ῥήμασιν πνεύματος; ἤ τί

παρακλήτορες κακῶν πάντες.

ἤ τί παρενοχλήσει σοι ὅτι ἀποκρίνῃ;

κἀγὼ καθʼ ὑμᾶς λαλήσω.

εἰ ὑπέκειτό γε ἡ ψυχὴ ὑμῶν ἀντὶ τῆς ἐμῆς.

εἶτ᾿ ἐναλοῦμαι ὑμῖν ῥήμασιν,

κινήσω δὲ καθʼ ὑμῶν κεφαλήν.

εἴη δὲ ἰσχὺς ἐν τῷ στόματί μου.

κίνησιν δέ χειλέων οὐ φείσομαι.

ἐὰν γὰρ λαλήσω, οὐκ ἀλγήσω τὸ τραῦμα·

ἐὰν δὲ καὶ σιωπήσω, τί ἔλαττον τρωθήσομαι;

νῦυ δὲ κατάκοπόν με πεποίηκεν, μωρόν, σεσηπότα,

καὶ ἐπελάβου μου· ⁹εἰς μαρτύριον ἐγενήθη·

καὶ ἀνέστη ἐν ἐμοὶ τὸ ψεῦδός μου,

κατὰ πρόσωπόν μου ἀνταπεκρίθη.

ὀργῇ χρησάμενος κατέβαλέν με,

ἔβρυξεν ἐπʼ ἐμὲ τοὺς ὀδόντας.

βέλη πειρατῶν αὐτοῦ ἐπʼ ἐμοὶ ἔπεσεν.

ἀκίσιν ὀφθαλμῶν ἐνήλατο,

ὀξεῖ ἔπαισέν με εἰς τὰ γόνατα,

ὁμοθυμαδὸν δὲ κατέδραμον ἐπʼ ἐμοί.

παρέδωκεν γάρ με ὁ κύριος εἰς χεῖρας ἀδίκου.

ἐπὶ δὲ ἀσεβέσιν ἔρριψέν με.

εἰρηνεύοντα διεσκέδασέν με·

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λαβὠν με τῆς κόμης διέτιλεν,

κατέστησέν με ὥσπερ σκοπόν.

ἐκύκλωσάν με λόγχαις

βάλλοντες εἰς νεφρούς μου, οὐ φειδόμενοι

ἐξέχεαν εἰς τὴν γῆν τὴν χολήν μου·

κατέβαλόν με πτῶμα ἐπὶ πτώματι,

ἔδραμον πρὸς μέ δυνάμενοι

σάκκον ἔραψαν ἐπὶ βύρσης μου.

τὸ δὲ σθένος μου ἐν γῇ ἐσβέσθη.

ἡ γαστήρ μου συνκέκαυται ἀπὸ κλαυθμοῦ,

ἐπὶ δὲ βλεφάροις μου σκιά·

ἄδικον δὲ οὐδὲν ἦν ἐν χερσίν μου,

εὐχὴ δέ μου καθαρά.

γῆ, μὴ ἐπικαλύψῃς ἐφʼ αἵματι τῆς σαρκός μου.

μηδὲ εἵη τόπος τῇ κραυγῇ μου.

καὶ νῦν ἰδοὺ ἐν οὐρανοῖς ὁ μάρτυς μου,

ὁ δὲ συνίστωρ μου ἐν ὑψίστοις.

ἀφίκοιτό μου ἡ δέησις πρὸς Κύριον,

ἔναντι δὲ αὐτοῦ στάζοι μου ὁ ὀφθαλμός.

εἴη δὲ ἔλεγχος ἀνδρὶ ἔναντι Κυρίου,

καὶ υἱῷ ἀνθρώπου τῷ πλησίον αὐτοῦ.

ἔτη δὲ ἀριθμητὰ ἥκασιν,

ὁδῷ δὲ ᾖ οὐκ ἐπαναστραφήσομαι πορεύσομαι.

Homeric Greek (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (James Duport, Threnothriambos: a Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 16.3.1 focus

Ὦ Ἐλιφᾶ, μάλα πως με καθίκεο θυμὸν ἐνιπῇ·

Ἀλλὰ σὺ μήποτ' ἀπολλήξεις μεταμώνια βάζων,

Τίπτέ με λωβάεις κρατερῇ φρεσὶν ἄλγε' ἔχοντα;

Τίπτέ σ' ἐποτρύνει κραδίη καὶ θυμὸς ἀγήνωρ;

"Οὕτω λαβραγόρῳ ἐμβαῖν'; ἐπεὶ οὐδέ τι σε χρή.

Ἦ τίνι θαρσήσας συγερῷ μ' ἠμείψαο μύθῳ;

Translations (2)

Job Perseus (World English Bible. Revision of the American Standard Version of 1901. Rainbow Missions, Inc., 2000-2024.) — 16 focus

Then Job answered,

I have heard many such things. Miserable comforters are you all!

Shall vain words have an end? Or what provokes you that you answer?

I also could speak as you do. If your soul were in my soul’s place, I could join words together against you, And shake my head at you.

But I would strengthen you with my mouth. The solace of my lips would relieve you.

Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?

But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.

You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me, It testifies to my face.

He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He has gnashed on me with his teeth: My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.

They have gaped on me with their mouth; They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.

God delivers me to the ungodly, And casts me into the hands of the wicked.

I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.

His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.

He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant.

I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, And have thrust my horn in the dust.

My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.

Although there is no violence in my hands, And my prayer is pure.

Earth, don’t cover my blood, Let my cry have no place to rest.

Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven. He who vouches for me is on high.

My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,

That he would maintain the right of a man with God, Of a son of man with his neighbor!

For when a few years are come, I shall go the way from whence I shall not return.

Latin (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (Duport's facing Latin translation of his Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 16.3.1 focus

O Elipha, valdè mihi attigiſti animum increpationes;

Verùm tunè nunquam defines vana loqui?

Quare mihi convitiaris validos in animo dolores habenti?

Quare te inſtigat cor & animus inſolens

Ità multiloquum eſſe? quandoquidem haud te decet.

Aut quâ re fretus odioſo mihi reſpondiſti ſermone?

James Duport Job 16.3

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