James Duport, Job, 6.21

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[21] So you are treacherous, and cruel, and grievous, O wretches, base reproaches, watching my misery; Why do you fear in this way and dread in your hearts? Why do you stand thus astonished like fawns?

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.) — 6 focus

Ὑπολαβὼν δὲ Ἰὼβ λέγει

Εἰ γάρ τις ἱστῶν στήσαι μου τὴν ἀργήν,

τὰς δὲ ὀδύνας μου ἄραι ἐν ζυγῷ ὁμοθυμαδόν,

καὶ δὴ ἄμμου παραλίας βαρυτέρα ἔσται·

ἀλλ᾿ ὡς ἔοικεν τὰ ῥήματά μού ἐστιν φαῦλα.

βέλη γὰρ Κυρίου ἐν τῷ σώματί μού ἐστιν,

ὧν ὁ θυμὸς αὐτῶν ἐκπίνει μου τὸ αἷμα,

ὅταν ἄρξωμαι λαλεῖνἵκεντοῦσί με.

τί γάρ; μὴ διὰ κενῆς κεκράξεται ὄνος ἄγριος, ἀλλ ἡ τὰ σῖτα

ζητῶνς

εἰ δὲ καὶ ῥήξει φωνὴν βοῦς ἐπὶ φάτνης ἔχων τὰ βρώματα;

εἰ βρωθήσεται ἄρτος ἄνευ ἁλός;

εἰ δὲ καὶ ἔστιν γεῦμα ἐν ῥήμασιν κενοῖς;

οὐ δύναται γὰρ παύσασθαί μου ἡ ὄργή·

βρόμον γὰρ ὁρῶ τὰ σῖτά μου ὥσπερ ὀσμὴν λέοντος.

εἰ γὰρ δῴη, καὶ ἔλθοι μου ἡ αἴτησις,

καὶ τὴν ἐλπίδα μου δῴη ὁ κύριος.

ἀρξάμενος ὁ κύριος τρωσάταν με,

εἰς τέλος δὲ μή με ἀνελέτω.

εἴη δέ μου πόλις τάφος, ἐφʼ ἧς ἐπὶ τειχέων ἡλλόμην ἐπʼ αὐτῆς.

οὐ φείσομαι

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οὐ γὰρ ἐψευσάμην ῥήματα ἅγια θεοῦ μου.

τίς γάρ μου ἡ ἰσχύς, ὅτι ὑπομένω;

ἢ τίς μου ὁ χρόνος, ὅτι ἀνέχεταί μου ἡ ψυχή

μὴ ἰρχὺς λἰθων ἡ ἰσχύς μους;

ἢ αἱ σάρκες μού εἰσιν χαλκεῖαι;

ἢ οὐκ ἐπʼ αὐτῷ ἐπεποίθεν·;

βοήθεα δὲ ἀπʼ ἐμοῦ ἄπεστιν.

ἀπείπατό με ἔλεος,

ἐπισκοπὴ δὲ Κυρίου ὑπερεῖδέν με.

οὐ προσεῖδόν με οἱ ἐγγύτατοί μου· ὥσσερ χειμάρρους ἐκλείπων.

ἢ ὥσπερ κῦμα παρῆλθόν με·

οἵτινές με διευλαβοῦντο, νῦν ἐπιπεπτώκασίν μοι ὥσπερ χιὼν

ἢ κρύσταλλος πεπηγώς·

καθὼς τακεῖσα θέρμης γενομένης οὐκ ἐπεγνώσθη ὅπερ ἦν·

οὓτως κἀγὼ κατελείφθην ὑπὸ πάντων,

ἀπωλόμην δὲ καὶ ἔξοικος ἐγενόμην.

ἴδετε ὁδοὺς Θαιμανῶν.

ἀτραποὐς Σαβῶν οἱ διορῶντες·

καὶ αἰσχύνην ὀφειλήσουσιμν

οἱ ἐπὶ πόλεσιν καὶ χρήμασιν πεποιθότες.

ἀτὰρ δὲ καὶ ὑμεῖς ἐπέβητέ μοι ἀνελεημόνως.

ὥστε ἰδόντες τὸ ἐμὸν τραῦμα φοβήθητε.

τί γάρ; μή τι ὑμᾶς ἤτησα.

ἢ τῆς παρʼ ὑμῶν ἰσχύος ἐπιδέομαι, ²³ὥστε σῶσαί με ἐξ

ἐχθρῶν,

ἢ ἐκ χειρὸς δυναστῶν ῥύσασθαί με;

διδάξατέ με. ἐγὼ δὲ κωφεύσω·

εἰ τι πεπλάνημαι, φράσατέ μοι.

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ἀλλ᾿ ὡς ἔοικεν φαῦλα ἀληθινοῦ ῥήματα,

οὐ γὰρ παρʼ ὑμῶν ἰσχὺν αἰτοῦμαι

οὐδὲ ὁ ἔλεγχος ὑμῶν ῥήμασίν με παύσει,

οὐδὲ γὰρ ὑμῶν φθέγμα ῥήματος ἀνέξομαι.

πλὴν ὅτι ἐπʼ ὀρφανῷ ἐπιπίπτετε,

ἐνάλλεσθε δὲ ἐπὶ φίλῳ ὑμῶν.

νυνὶ δὲ εἰσβλέψας εἰς πρόσανπα ὑμῶν οὐ ψεύσομαι.

καθίσατε δὴ καὶ μὴ εἲη ἄδικον,

καὶ πάλιν τῷ δικαίῳ συνέρχεσθε.

οὐ γάρ ἐστν ἐν γλώσσῃ μου ἄδικον·

ἢ ὁ λάρυγξ μου οὐχὶ σύνεσιν μελετᾷ;

Homeric Greek (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (James Duport, Threnothriambos: a Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 6.21.1 focus

Ὡς ὑμεῖς δολεροὶ, καὶ σχέτλιοι, ἐπιδανοί τε,

Ὦ πέπονες, κακ’ ἐλέγχε’, ἐμὴν ἐσορῶντες ὀϊζύν·

Τίφθ’ οὕτω ταρβεῖτε καὶ ἐν φρεσὶ δειδίξασθε;

Τίφθ’ οὕτως ἔστητε τεθηπότες ἠΰτε νεβροί;

Translations (2)

Job Perseus (World English Bible. Revision of the American Standard Version of 1901. Rainbow Missions, Inc., 2000-2024.) — 6 focus

Then Job answered,

Oh that my anguish were weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!

For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, Therefore have my words been rash.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.

Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass? Or does the ox low over his fodder?

Can that which has no flavor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

My soul refuses to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me.

Oh that I might have my request; That God would grant the thing that I long for!

Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

Be it still my consolation, Yes, let me exult in pain that doesn’t spare, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.

What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?

Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?

Isn’t it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?

To him who is ready to faint, kindness should be shown from his friend; Even to him who forsakes the fear of the Almighty.

My brothers have dealt deceitfully as a brook, As the channel of brooks that pass away;

Which are black by reason of the ice, in which the snow hides itself:

In the dry season, they vanish. When it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.

The caravans that travel beside them turn aside; They go up into the waste, and perish.

The caravans of Tema looked, The companies of Sheba waited for them.

They were put to shame because they had hoped; They came there, and were confounded.

For now you are nothing. You see a terror, and are afraid.

Did I say, Give to me? Or, Offer a present for me from your substance?

Or, Deliver me from the adversary’s hand? Or, Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors?

Teach me, and I will hold my peace; Cause me to understand wherein I have erred.

How forcible are words of uprightness! But your reproof, what does it reprove?

Do you intend to reprove words, Seeing that the speeches of one who is desperate are as wind?

Yes, you would even cast lots for the fatherless, And make merchandise of your friend.

Now therefore be pleased to look at me, For surely I shall not lie to your face.

Please return. Let there be no injustice; Yes, return again, my cause is righteous.

Is there injustice on my tongue? Can’t my taste discern mischievous things?

Latin (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (Duport's facing Latin translation of his Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 6.21.1 focus

Similiter vos fallaces, & nequam, viláſque,

O molles, mala propudia, meam intuentes calamitatem

Quid adeò expaveſcitis, & animis horreſcitis?

Curnam ſic ſtatis ſtupidi ſicut hinnuli?

James Duport Job 6.21

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