James Duport, Job, 4.16

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[16] It stood still, and I could not yet discern its form face to face, but I beheld a dim phantom with my eyes, and while it spoke, a faint whisper came to me, and it said to me a word: Surely a man is not more righteous than God?

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.) — 4 focus

Ὑπολαβὼν δὲ Ἐλειφὰς ὁ Θαιμανείτης λέγει

Μὴ πολλάκις σοι λελάληται ἐν κόπῳ;

ἰσχὺν δὲ όημάτων σου τίς ὑποίσεις

εἰ γὰρ σὺ ἐνουθέτησας πολλούς,

καὶ χεῖρας ἀσθενοῦς παρεκάλεσας,

ἀσθενοῦντάς τε ἐξανέστησας ῥήμασιν,

γόνασίν τε ἀδυνατοῦσιν θάρσος περιέθηκας·

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ωῦν δὲ ἥκει ἐπὶ σέ πόνος καὶ ἥψατό σου, σὺ ἐσπούδασας.5

πότερον οὐχ ὁ φόβος σού ἐστιν ἐν ἀφροσύνῃ,

καὶ ἡ ἐλπίς σου καὶ ἡ κακία τῆς ὁδοῦ σου;

μνήσθητι οὖν τίς καθαρὸς ὧν ἀπώλετο,

ἢ πότε ἀληθινοὶ ὁλόριζοι ἀπώλοντο

καθʼ ὃν τρόπον ἴδον τοὺς ἀροτριῶντας τὰ ἄτοπα·

οἱ δὲ σπείροντες αὐτὰ ὀδύνας θεριοῦσιν ἑαυτοῖς.

ἀπὸ προστάγματος Κυρίου ἀπολοῦνται,

ἀπὸ δὲ πνεύματος ὀργῆς αὐτοῦ ἀφανισθήσονται.

σθένος λέοντος, φωνὴ δὲ λεαίνης,

γαυρίαμα δέ δρακόντων ἐσβέσθη.

μυρμηκολέων ὤλετο· παρὰ τὸ μὴ ἔχειν βοράν,

σκύμνοι δὲ λεόντων ἔλιπον ἀλλήλους.

εἰ δέ τι ῥῆμα ἀληθινὸν ἐγεγόνει ἐν λόγοις σου,¶

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οὐθὲν ἄν σοι τούτων κακὸν ἀπήντησεν.

πότερον οὐ δέξεταί μου τὸ οὖς ἐξαίσια παρʼ αὐτοῦ

φόβος δὲ καὶ ἠχὼ νυκτερινή.

ἐπιπίπτων φόβος ἐπʼ ἀνθρώπους,

φρίκη μοι συνήντησεν καὶ τρόμος,

καὶ μεγάλως μου τὰ ὀστᾶ διέσεσεν,

καὶ πνεῦμα ἐπὶ πρόσωπόν μου ἐπῆλθεν,

ἔφριξαν δέ μου τρίχες καὶ σάρκες.

ἀνέστην, καὶ οὐκ ἐπέγνων·

ἴδον, καὶ οὐκ ἦν μορφὴ πρὸ ὀφθαλμῶν μου.

ἀλλ᾿ ἣ αδραν καὶ φωνὴν ἤκουον

Τί γάρ ; μὴ καθαρὸς ἔσται βροτὸς ἐναντίον τοῦ κυρίου

ἣ ἀπὸ τῶν ἔργων αὐτοῦ ἄμεμπτος ἀνήρ;

εἰ κατὰ παίδων αὐτοῦ οὐ πιστεύει,

κατὰ δὲ ἀγγέλων αὐτοῦ σκολιόν τι ἐπενόησεν·

τοὺς δὲ κατοικοῦντας οἰκίας πηλίνας,

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ἐξ ὦν καὶ αὐτοὶ ἐκ τοῦ αὐτοῦ πηλοῦ ἐσμεν,

ἔπαισεν αὑτοὺς σητὸς τρόπον.

καὶ ἀπὸ πρωίθεν μέχρι ἑσπέρας οὐκέτι εἰσίν,

παρὰ τὸ μὴ δύνασθαι αὐτοὺς ἑαυτοῖς βοηθῆσαι ἀπώλοντο.

ἐνεφύσησεν γὰρ αὐτοῖς καὶ ἐξηράνθησαν,

ἀπώλοντο παρὰ τὸ μὴ ἔχειν αὐτοὺς σοφίαν.

Homeric Greek (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (James Duport, Threnothriambos: a Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 4.16.1 focus

Ἔστη, οὐδέ πω εἶδος ἔω διακρινέμεν ἄντα,

Ἀλλ’ εἴδωλον ἀμαυρὸν ἐν ὀφθαλμοῖσιν ὄπωπα,

Φθεγξαμένου δ’ ὀλίγῃ ὀπί με πρὸς μῦθον ἔειπεν,

Translations (2)

Job Perseus (World English Bible. Revision of the American Standard Version of 1901. Rainbow Missions, Inc., 2000-2024.) — 4 focus

Then Eliphaz the Temanite answered,

If someone ventures to talk with you, will you be grieved? But who can withhold himself from speaking?

Behold, you have instructed many, You have strengthened the weak hands.

Your words have supported him who was falling, You have made firm the feeble knees.

But now it is come to you, and you faint; It touches you, and you are troubled.

Isn’t your piety your confidence, The integrity of your ways your hope?

Remember, now, whoever perished, being innocent? Or where were the upright cut off?

According to what I have seen, those who plow iniquity, And sow trouble, Reap the same.

By the breath of God they perish, By the blast of his anger are they consumed.

The roaring of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, The teeth of the young lions, are broken.

The old lion perishes for lack of prey, The whelps of the lioness are scattered abroad.

Now a thing was secretly brought to me, My ear received a whisper of it.

In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falls on men,

Fear came on me, and trembling, Which made all my bones shake.

Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up.

It stood still, but I couldn’t discern the appearance of it; A form was before my eyes. Silence, then I heard a voice, saying,

’shall mortal man be more just than God? Shall a man be more pure than his Maker?

Behold, he puts no trust in his servants. He charges his angels with error.

How much more, those who dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before the moth!

Between morning and evening they are destroyed. They perish forever without any regarding it.

Isn’t their tent-cord plucked up within them? They die, and that without wisdom.

Latin (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (Duport's facing Latin translation of his Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 4.16.1 focus

Stetit, nec omnino formam licebat diſcernere coràm,

Tantùm imaginem obſcuram oculis conſpexi;

Loquens autem ſummiſſâ voce dixit mihi.

James Duport Job 4.16

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