James Duport, Job, 31.20

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[20] Rather, whose loins I warmed under the fleeces of my sheep, and who was warmed wrapped in the wool of my sheep, and whose back was made warm, and he would pray, lifting up his hands, 'Hail, lord, because for you, remaining alive, I owe a life-debt.'

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.) — 31 focus

διαθήκην ἐθέμην τοῖς ὀφθαλμοῖς μου,

καὶ οὐ συνήσω ἐπὶ παρθένον.

καὶ ἔτι ἐμέρισεν ὁ θεὸς ἄνωθεν,

καὶ κληρονομία ἱκανοῦ ἐξ ὑψίστων.

οὐαί, ἀπώλεια τῷ ἀδίκῳ, καὶ ἀπαλλοτρίωσις τοῖς ποιοῦσιν

ἀνομίαν.

οὐχὶ αὐτὸς ὄψεται ὁδόν μου,

καὶ πάντα τὰ διαβήματά μου ἐξαριθμηθήσεται;

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εἰ δὲ ἤμην πεπορευμένος μετὰ γελοιαστῶν,

εἰ δὲ καὶ ἐσπούδασεν ὁ πούς μου εἰς δόλον·

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§6ἕσταμαι γὰρ ἐν ζυγῷ δικαίῳ,

οἶδεν δὲ ὁ κύριος τὴν ἀκακίαν μου·

εἰ ἐξέκλινεν ὁ πούς μου ἐκ τῆς ὁδοῦ,

εἰ δὲ καὶ τῷ ὀφθαλμῷ ἐπηκολούθησεν ἡ καρδία μου,

εἰ δὲ καὶ ταῖς χερσίν μου ἡψάμην δώρων·

σπείραιμι ἄρα καὶ ἄλλοι φάγοισαν.

ἄριζος δὲ γενοίμην ἐπὶ γῆς.

εἰ ἐξηκολούθησεν ἡ καρδία μου γυναικὶ ἀνδρὸς ἑτέρου,

εἰ καὶ ἐνκάθετος ἐγενόμην ἐπὶ θύραις αὐτῆς·

ἀρέσαι ἄρα καὶ ἡ γυνὴ μου ἐτέρῳ.

τὰ δὲ νήπιά μου ταπεινωθείη.

θυμὸς γὰρ ὀργῆς ἀκατάσχετος, τὸ μιᾶναι ἀνδρὸς γυναῖκα·

πῦρ γάρ ἐστιν καιόμενον ἐπὶ πάντων τῶν μερῶν·

οὗ δ᾿ ἂν ἐπέλθῃ, ἐκ ῥιζῶν ἀπώλεσεν.

εἰ δὲ καὶ ἐφαύλισα κρίμα θεράποντός μου ἢ θεραπαίνης, κρινομένων

αὐτῶν πρὸς μέ·

τί γὰρ ποιήσω ἐὰν ἔτασίν μου ποιῆται ὁ κύριρς;

ἐὰν δὲ καὶ ἐπισκοπήν, τίνα ἀπόκρισιν ποιήσομαι;

πότερον οὐχ ὡς καὶ ἐγὼ ἐγενόμην ἐν γαστρί, καὶ ἐκεῖνοι

γεγόνασιν;

γεγόναμεν δὲ ἐν τῇ αὐτῇ κοιλίᾳ.

ἀδύνατοι δέ χρείαν ἥν ποτʼ εἶχον οὐκ ἀπέτυχον.

χήρας δὲ τὸν ὀφθαλμὸν οὐκ ἐξέτηξα

εἰ δὲ καὶ τὸν ψωμόν μου ἔφαγον μόνος, καὶ οὐχὶ ἀρφανῷ

μετέδωκα·

ὅτι ἐκ νεότητός μου ἐξέτρεφον ὡς πατήρ,

καὶ ἐκ γαστρὸς μητρός μου ὡδήγησα·

εἰ δὲ καὶ ὑπερεῖδον γυμνὸν ἀπολλύμενον καὶ οὐκ ἠμφίασα αὐτόν·

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ἀδύνατοι δὲ εἰ μὴ εὐλόγησάν με,

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ἀπὸ δὲ κουρᾶς ἀμνῶν μου ἐθερμάνθησαν οἱ ὔμοι αὐτῶν·

εἰ ἐπῆρα ὀρφανῷ χεῖρα, πεποιθὼς ὅτι πολλή μοι βοήθεια

περίεστιν,

ἀποσταίη ἄρα ὁ ὦμός μου ἀπὸ τῆς κλειδός,

ὁ δὲ βραχίων μου ἀπὸ τοῦ ἀγκῶνος συντριβείη.

φόβος γὰρ συνέσχεν με,

καὶ ἀπὸ τοῦ λήμματος αὐτοῦ οὐχ ὑποίσω.

εἰ ἔταξα χρυσίον εἰς χοῦν μου,

εἰ δὲ καὶ λίθῳ πολυτελεῖ ἐπεποίθησα,

εἰ δὲ καὶ εὐφράνθην πολλοῦ πλούτου μου γενομένου,

εἰ δὲ καὶ ἐπʼ ἀναριθμήτοις ἐθέμην χεῖρά μου·

ἢ οὐχ ὁρῶμεν ἥλιον τὸν ἐπιφαύσκοντα ἐκλείποντα,

σελήνην δὲ φθίνουσαν; οὐ γὰρ ἐπʼ αὐτοῖς ἐστιν·

καὶ εἰ ἠπατήθη λάθρα ἡ καρδία μου,

εἰ δέ χεῖρά μου ἐπιθεὶς ἐπὶ στόματί μου ἐφίλησα·

καὶ τοῦτό μοι ἄρα ἀνομία ἡ μεγίστη λογισθείη,

ὅτι ἐψευσάμην ἐναντίον Κυρίου τοῦ ὑψίστου.

εἰ δὲ καὶ ἐπιχαρὴς ἐγενόμην πτώματι ἐχθρῶν μου,

καὶ εἶπεν ἡ καρδία μου Εὖγε·

ἀκούσαι ἄρα τὸ οὗς μου τὴν κατάραν μου,

θρυληθείην δὲ ἄρα ὑπὸ λαοῦ μου κακούμενος.

εἰ δὲ καὶ πολλάκις εἶπον αἱ θεράπαιναί μου Τίς ἂν δῴη ἡμῖν

τῶν σαρκῶν αὐτοῦ πλησθῆναι;

λίαν μου χρηστοῦ ὄντος·

ἔξω δὲ οὐκ ηὐλίζετο ξένος,

ἡ δὲ θύρα μου παντὶ ἐλθόντι ἀνέῳκτο·

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εἰ δὲ καὶ ἁμαρτὼν ἀκουσίως ἔκρυψα τὴν ἁμαρτίαν μου,

οὐ γὰρ διετράπην πολυοχλίαν πλήθους τοῦ μὴ ἐξαγορεῦσαι

ἐνώπιον αὐτῶν·

εἰ δὲ καὶ εἴασα ἀδύνατον ἐξελθεῖν θύραν μου κόλπῳ κενῷ·

τίς δῴη ἀκούοντά μου ;

χεῖρα δὲ Κυρίου εἰ μὴ ἐδεδοίκειν,

συγγραφὴν δὲ ἣν εἶχον κατά τινος

ἐπ᾿ ὤμοις ἂν περιθέμενος

στέφανον ἀνεγίνωσκον,

καὶ εἰ μὴ ῥήξας αὐτὴν ἀπέδανκα,

οὐθὲν λαβὼν παρὰ χρεοφιλέτου·

εἰ ἐπʼ ἐμοί ποτε ἡ γῆ ἐστέναξεν,

εἰ δὲ καὶ οἱ αὔλακες αὐτῆς ἔκλαυσαν ὁμοθυμαδόν·

εἰ δὲ καὶ τὴν ἰσχὺν αὐτῆς ἔφαγον μόνος ἄνευ τιμῆς,

εἰ δὲ καὶ ψυχὴν κυρίου τῆς γῆς ἐκλαβὼν ἐλύπησα·

ἀντὶ πυροῦ ἄρα ἐξέλθοι μοι κνίδη,

ἀντὶ δὲ κριθῆς βάτος.

Homeric Greek (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (James Duport, Threnothriambos: a Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 31.20.1 focus

Μᾶλλον δ' ὅς μιν ἔθαλπον ἐμῶν ὑπὸ κώεσι μήλων,

Ὅς δ' ἐπαλθαίνετ' ἐμῆς κεκαλυμμένος οἰὸς ἀώτῳ,

Ἰξὺς δ' οἱ θερμάνθη, ὁ δ' εὔχετο χεῖρας ἀνασχὼν,

Χαῖρε, ἄναξ, ὅτι σοι μένῳ ζωάγρι' ὀφέλλω·

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Job Perseus (World English Bible. Revision of the American Standard Version of 1901. Rainbow Missions, Inc., 2000-2024.) — 31 focus

I made a covenant with my eyes, How then should I look lustfully at a young woman?

For what is the portion from God above, And the heritage from the Almighty on high?

Is it not calamity to the unrighteous, And disaster to the workers of iniquity?

Doesn’t he see my ways, And number all my steps?

If I have walked with falsehood, And my foot has hurried to deceit

(Let me be weighed in an even balance, That God may know my integrity);

If my step has turned out of the way, If my heart walked after my eyes, If any defilement has stuck to my hands,

Then let me sow, and let another eat; Yes, let the produce of my field be rooted out.

If my heart has been enticed to a woman, And I have laid wait at my neighbor’s door;

Then let my wife grind for another, And let others sleep with her.

For that would be a heinous crime; Yes, it would be an iniquity to be punished by the judges:

For it is a fire that consumes to destruction, And would root out all my increase.

If I have despised the cause of my man-servant Or of my maid-servant, When they contended with me;

What then shall I do when God rises up? When he visits, what shall I answer him?

Didn’t he who made me in the womb make him? Didn’t one fashion us in the womb?

If I have withheld the poor from their desire, Or have caused the eyes of the widow to fail,

Or have eaten my morsel alone, And the fatherless has not eaten of it

(No, from my youth he grew up with me as with a father, Her have I guided from my mother’s womb);

If I have seen any perish for want of clothing, Or that the needy had no covering;

If his heart hasn’t blessed me, If he hasn’t been warmed with my sheep’s fleece;

If I have lifted up my hand against the fatherless, Because I saw my help in the gate:

Then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder-blade, And my arm be broken from the bone.

For calamity from God is a terror to me, By reason of his majesty I can do nothing.

If I have made gold my hope, And have said to the fine gold, You are my confidence;

If I have rejoiced because my wealth was great, And because my hand had gotten much;

If I have seen the sun when it shined, Or the moon moving in splendor,

And my heart has been secretly enticed, My hand threw a kiss from my mouth:

This also would be an iniquity to be punished by the judges; For I should have denied the God who is above.

If I have rejoiced at the destruction of him who hated me, Or lifted up myself when evil found him;

(Yes, I have not allowed my mouth to sin By asking his life with a curse);

If the men of my tent have not said, Who can find one who has not been filled with his meat?

(The sojourner has not lodged in the street; But I have opened my doors to the traveler);

If like Adam I have covered my transgressions, By hiding my iniquity in my heart,

Because I feared the great multitude, And the contempt of families terrified me, So that I kept silence, and didn’t go out of the door—

Oh that I had one to hear me! (Behold, here is my signature, let the Almighty answer me); Let the accuser write my indictment!

Surely I would carry it on my shoulder; And I would bind it to me as a crown.

I would declare to him the number of my steps. As a prince would I go near to him.

If my land cries out against me, And the furrows of it weep together;

If I have eaten the fruits of it without money, Or have caused the owners of it to lose their life:

Let briars grow instead of wheat, And stinkweed instead of barley. The words of Job are ended.

Latin (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (Duport's facing Latin translation of his Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 31.20.1 focus

Potiùs verò non eum fovi mearum ſub velleribus ovium,

Is autem dormiit meæ tectus ovis floridâ-lanâ,

Lumbi aut ẽ em ejus calefacti ſunt; is autem precabatur manus attollens,

Salvæ, rex, quoni ã am tibi ſoli vitæ-conſervatæ-præmia debeo:

James Duport Job 31.20

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