James Duport, Job, 41.29

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[29] As he, going on, pays no heed to javelins, and he thinks them equal to chaff, or to be air; and as from a ship the might of the wind scattered them. But if someone, brandishing it, hurls a long-shadowed spear, yet he, laughing aloud, would mock the man's rush, paying no heed, as if a woman or a foolish child should strike him.

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.) — 41 focus

οὐδὲ ἐπὶ τοῖς λεγομένοις τεθαύμακας

(²) οὐδὲ δέδοικας ὅτι ἡτοίμασταί μοι

τίς γάρ ἐστιν ὁ ἐμοὶ ἀντιστάς;

ἢ τίς ἀντιστήσεταί μοι καὶ ὑπομενεῖ;

εἰ πᾶσα ἡ ὑπʼ οὐρανὸν ἐμή ἐστιν,

οὐ σιωπήσομαι διʼ αὐτόν,

καὶ λόγον δυνάμεως ἐλεήσει τὸν ἴσον αὐτοῦ.

τίς ἀποκαλύψει πρόσωπον ἐνδύσεαος αὐτοῦ;

εἰς δὲ πτύξιν θώρακος αὐτοῦ τίς ἂν εἰσέλθοι;

πύλας προσώπου αὐτοῦ τίς ἀνοίξει;

κύκλῳ ὀδόντων αὐτοῦ φόβος.

τὰ ἔγκατα αὐτοῦ ἀσπίδες χάλκειαι,

σύνδεσμος αὐτοῦ ὥσπερ σμιρίτης λίθος·

εἰς τοῦ ἑνὸς κολλῶνται,

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πνεῦμα δὲ οὐ μὴ διέλθῃ αὐτόν·

ἀνὴρ τῷ ἀδελφῷ αὐτοῦ προσκολληθήσεται·

συνέχονται, καὶ οὐ μὴ ἀποσπασθῶσιν.

ἐν πταρμῷ αὐτοῦ ἐπιφαύσκεται φέγγος.

οἱ δὲ ὀφθαλμοὶ αὐτοῦ εἶδος ἑωσφόρου.

ἐκ στόματος αὐτοῦ ἐκπορεύονται λαμπάδες καιόμεναι,

καὶ διαρριπτοῦνται ἐσχάραι πυρός.

ἐκ μυκτήρων αὐτοῦ ἐκπορεύεται καπνὸς καμίνου καιομένης

πυρὶ ἀνθράκων·

ἡ ψυχὴ αὐτοῦ ἄνθρακες.

φλὸξ δὲ ἐκ στόματος αὐτοῦ ἐκπορεύεται

ἐν δὲ τραχήλῳ αὐτοῦ αὐλἰζεται δύναμις.

ἔμπροσθεν αὐτοῦ τρέχει ἀπωλία.

σάρκες δὲ σώματος αὐτοῦ κεκόλληνται

καταχέει ἐπʼ αὐτόν, οὐ σαλευθήσεται.

ἡ καρδἰα αὐτοῦ πέπηγεν ὡς λίθος,

ἕστηκεν δὲ ὥσπερ ἄκμων ἀνήλατος.

στραφέντος δὲ αὐτοῦ φόβος θηρίοις τετράποσιν ἐπὶ γῆς

ἁλλομένοις.

ἐὰν συναντήσωσιν αὐτῷ λόγχαι, οὐδὲν μὴ ποιήσωσιν

δόρυ καὶ θώρακα·

ἤγηται μὶν γὰρ σίδηρον ἄχυρα.

χαλκὸν δὲ ὥσπερ ξύλον σαθρόν.

οὐ μὴ τρώσῃ αὐτὸν τόξον χάλκειον·

ἥγηται μέν πετροβόλον χόρθον,

ὡς καλάμη ἐλογίσθησαν σφυρά,

καταγελῶ δὲ σεισμοῦ πυρφόρου.

ἡ στρωμνὴ αὐτοῦ ὀβελίσκοι ὀξεῖς.

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πᾶς δέ χρυσὸς θαλάσσης ὑπʼ αὐτὸν ὥσπερ πηλὸς

ἀμύθητος.

ἀναζεῖ τὴν ἄβυσσον ὥσπερ χαλκεῖον·

ἥγηται δὲ τὴν θάλασσαν ὥσπερ ἐξάλιπτρον,

τὸν δὲ τάρταρον τῆς ἀβύσσου ὥσπερ αἰχμάλωτον·

λογίσατο ἄβυσσον εἰς περίπατον.

οὐκ ἔστιν οὐδὲν ἐπὶ τῆς γῆς ὅμοιον αὐτῷ, πεποιημένον

ἐνκαταπαίζεσθαι ὑπὸ τῶν ἀγγέλων μου·

πᾶν ὑψηλὸν ὁρᾷ,

αὐτὸς δὲ βασιλεὺς πάντων τῶν ἐν τοῖς ὕδασιν.

Homeric Greek (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (James Duport, Threnothriambos: a Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 41.29.1 focus

Ὡς ὃ μὲν ἐπ' ἰῶν ἐμπάζεται, οὐδέ τ' ἀκόντων,

Τοὺς δ' ἴσους ἄχνῃσιν ὀΐεται, ἢ αἰθέρεσσιν

Ἔμμεναι, ὥς δέ τ' ἀπὸ πλυόφιν σκέδασ' ἲς ἀνέμοιο.

Εἰ δέ τις ἀμπεπαλὼν προΐει δολιχόσκιον ἔγχος,

Αὐτὰρ ὃ καγχαλάων ἐγελοίασεν ἀνδρὸς ἐρωὴ,

Οὐκ ἀλέγων, ὡς εἰ ἓ γυνὴ βάλοι, ἢ παῖς ἄφρων.

Translations (2)

Job Perseus (World English Bible. Revision of the American Standard Version of 1901. Rainbow Missions, Inc., 2000-2024.) — 41 focus

Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook? Or press down his tongue with a cord?

Can you put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

Will he make many petitions to you? Or will he speak soft words to you?

Will he make a covenant with you, That you should take him for a servant forever?

Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?

Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?

Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, Or his head with fish-spears?

Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle, and do so no more.

Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?

Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.

I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, Nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.

Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?

Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.

Strong scales are his pride, Shut up together with a close seal.

One is so near to another, That no air can come between them.

They are joined one to another; They stick together, so that they can’t be pulled apart.

His sneezing flashes forth light, His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

Out of his mouth go burning torches, Sparks of fire leap forth.

Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, As of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.

His breath kindles coals. A flame goes forth from his mouth.

In his neck there is strength. Terror dances before him.

The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can’t be moved.

His heart is as firm as a stone, Yes, firm as the lower millstone.

When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.

If one lay at him with the sword, it can’t avail; Nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

He counts iron as straw; And brass as rotten wood.

The arrow can’t make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.

Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.

His undersides are like sharp potsherds, Leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.

He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

He makes a path to shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.

On earth there is not his equal, That is made without fear.

He sees everything that is high: He is king over all the sons of pride.

Latin (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (Duport's facing Latin translation of his Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 41.29.1 focus

Adeò hic nec miſſilia curat, nec ſpicula,

Ea autem æqualia paleis exiſtimat, aut ſpicis abjectis

Eſſe, quas à ventilabro diſpergit vis venti.

Quòd ſiquis vibrans emittit longam lanceam,

Verùm is cachinnans deridet viri impetum,

Non curans, ac ſi eum mulier percuteret, aut puer inſipiens.

James Duport Job 41.29

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