James Duport, Job, 9.28

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[28] as many as leaves and flowers come to be in season; as I was ceaselessly struck with dread around and about my spirit. And this I know clearly, that you will not let me go innocent.

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.) — 9 focus

῾γπολαβὼν δὲ Ἰὼβ λέγει

Ἐπ᾿ ἀληθεἰς οἶδα ὅτι οὕτως ἐστίν.

πῶς γὰρ ἔσται δίκαιος βροτὸς παρὰ Κυρίῳ;

ἐὰν γὰρ βούληται κριθῆναι αὐτῷ,

οὐ μὴ ὑπακούσῃ αὐτῷ,

ἳνα μὴ ἀντείπῃ πρὸς ἔνα λόγον αὐτοῦ ἐκ χιλίων.

σοφὸς γάρ ἐστιν διανοίᾳ, κραταιός τε καὶ μέγας·

τίς σκληρὸς γενόμενος ἐναντίον αὐτοῦ ὑπέμεινεν;

ὁ παλαιῶν ὄρη, οὐκ οἴδασιν,

ὁ καταστρέφων αὐτὰ ὀργῇ·

ὁ σείων τὴν ὑπʼ οὐρανὸν ἐκ θεμελίων,

οἱ δὲ στύλοι αὐτῆς σαλεύονται·

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ὁ λέγων τῷ ἡλίῳ καὶ οὐκ ἀνατέλλει,

κατὰ δὲ ἄστρων κατασφραγίζει,

κατὰ δὲ ἀγγέλων αὐτοῦ σκόλιόν τι ἐπενόησεν,

ὁ τανύσας τὸν οὐρανὸν μόνος,

περιπατῶν ὡς ἐπʼ ἐδάφους ἐπὶ θαλάσσης·

ὁ ποιῶν Πλειάδα καὶ Ἕσπερον καὶ Ἀρκτοῦρον καὶ ταμεῖα

Νότου·

ὁ ποιῶν μεγάλα καὶ ἀνεξιχνίαστα,

ἔνδοξά τε καὶ ἐξαίσια, ὦν οὐκ ἔστιν ἀριθμός.

ἐὸν ὑπερβῇ με. οὐ μὴ ἴδω·

καὶ ἐὰν παρέλθῃ με, οὐδʼ ὣς ἔγνων.

ἐὰν ἀπαλλάξῃ, τίς ἀποστρέψεις

ἤ τίς ἐρεῖ αὐτῷ Τί ἐποίησας;

αὐτὸς γὰρ ἀπέστραπται ὀργήν,

ὑπʼ αὐτοῦ ἐκάμφθησαν κήτη τὰ ὑπʼ οὐρανόν.

ἐὸν δέ μου ὑπακούσεται, ἦ διακρινεῖ τὰ ῥήματά μου.

ἐὰν γὰρ δίκαιος, οὐκ εἰσακούσεταί μου,

τοῦ κρίματος αὐτοῦ δεηθήσομαι·

ἐάν τε καλέσαν καὶ μὴ ὑπακούσῃ,

οὐ πιστεύω ὅτι εἰσακήκοεν μου.

μὴ γνόφῳ με ἐκτρίψῃς

πολλὰ δέ μου τὰ συντρίμματα πεποίηκεν διά κενῆς.

οὐκ ἐῷ γάρ με ἀναπνεῦσαι,

ἐνέπλησεν δέ με πικρίας.

ὅτι μέν γὰρ ἰσχύει, κρατεῖ

τίς οὗν κρίματι αὐτοῦ ἀντιστήσεται;

ἐὰν γὰρ ὦ δίκαιος, τὸ στόμα μου ἀσεβήσει·

ἐάν τε ὦ ἄμεμπτος, σκολιὸς ἀποβήσομαι.

εἴτε γὰρ ἠσέβησα, οὐκ οἶδα τῆ ψυχῇ.

πλὴν ἀφαιρεῖταί μου ἡ ζωή.

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διὸ εἶπον Μέγαν καὶ δυνάστην ἀπολλύει ὀργή,

ὅτι φαῦλοι ἐν θανάτῳ ἐξαισίῳ,

ἀλλὰ δίκαιοι καταγελῶνται·

παραδέδονται γὰρ εἰς χεῖρας ἀσεβοῦς.

πρόσωπα κριτῶν αὐτῆς συνκαλύπτει·

εἰ δὲ μὴ αὐτός ἐστιν, τίς ἐστιν;

ὁ δὲ βίος μού ἐστιν ἐλαφρώτερος δρομέως·

ἀπέδρασαν, καὶ οὐκ εἴδοσαν.

ἢ καὶ ἔστιν ναυσὶν ἴχνος ὁδοῦ,

ἢ ἀετοῦ πετομένου ζητοῦντος βοράν

ἐάν τε γὰρ εἴπω, ἐπιλήσομαι λαλῶν,

συνκύψας τῷ προσώπῳ στενάξω.

σείομαι πᾶσιν τοῖς μέλεσιν,

οἶδα γὰρ ὅτι οὐκ ἀθῷόν με ἐάσεις.

ἐπειδὴ δέ εἰμι ἀσεβῆς, διὰ τί οὐκ ἀπέθανον;

ἐὰν γὰρ ἀπολούσωμαι χιόνι,

καὶ ἀποκαθάρωμαι χερσὶν καθαραῖς,

ἱκανῶς ἐν ῥύπῳ με ἔβαψας,

ἐβδελύξατο δέ με ἡ στολή.

οὐ γὰρ εἶ ἄνθρωπος κατʼ ἐμὲ ᾧ ἀντικρινομαι,

ἳνα ἔλθωμεν ὁμοθυμαδὸν εἰς κρίσιν.

εἲθε ἦν ὁ μεσίτης ἡμῶν καὶ ἐλέγχων

καὶ διακούων ἀνὰ μέσον ἀμφοτέρων·

ἀπαλλαξάτω ἀπʼ ἐμοῦ τὴν ῥάβδον,

ὁ δὲ φόβος αὐτοῦ μή με στροβείτω,

καὶ οὐ μὴ φοβηθῶ ἀλλὰ λαλήσω·

οὐ γὰρ οὕτω συνεπίσταμαι,

Homeric Greek (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (James Duport, Threnothriambos: a Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 9.28.1 focus

Τόφρ' αἰνῶς δείδοικα μὴ φρεσὶν ἄλγεα λυγρὰ

Μυρία· ὅσσά τε φύλλα καὶ ἄνθεα γίγνεται ὥρῃ·

Ὡσί τε νωλεμέως περί τ' ἀμφί τε θυμὸν ἀτύχθην.

Καὶ τόδ' ἐγὼ σάφα οἶδ', ὅτι οὐ με ἀθῶον ἀφήσεις.

Translations (2)

Job Perseus (World English Bible. Revision of the American Standard Version of 1901. Rainbow Missions, Inc., 2000-2024.) — 9 focus

Then Job answered,

Truly I know that it is so, But how can man be just with God?

If he is pleased to contend with him, He can’t answer him one time in a thousand.

God who is wise in heart, and mighty in strength: Who has hardened himself against him, and prospered?

Who removes the mountains, and they don’t know it, When he overturns them in his anger

Who shakes the earth out of its place; The pillars of it tremble;

Who commands the sun, and it doesn’t rise, And seals up the stars;

Who alone stretches out the heavens, Treads on the waves of the sea;

Who makes the Bear, Orion, and the Pleiades, And the chambers of the south;

Who does great things past finding out, Yes, marvelous things without number.

Behold, he goes by me, and I don’t see him. He passes on also, but I don’t perceive him.

Behold, he snatches away; who can hinder him? Who will ask him, What are you doing?

God will not withdraw his anger; The helpers of Rahab stoop under him.

How much less shall I answer him, Choose my words to argue with him?

Whom, though I were righteous, yet would I not answer. I would make supplication to my judge.

If I had called, and he had answered me, Yet would I not believe that he listened to my voice.

For he breaks me with a tempest, Multiplies my wounds without cause.

He will not allow me to take my breath, But fills me with bitterness.

If it is a matter of strength, behold, he is mighty! If of justice, Who, says he, will summon me?

Though I am righteous, my own mouth shall condemn me. Though I am blameless, it shall prove me perverse.

I am blameless. I don’t regard myself. I despise my life.

It is all the same. Therefore I say, He destroys the blameless and the wicked.

If the scourge kills suddenly, He will mock at the trial of the innocent.

The earth is given into the hand of the wicked. He covers the faces of the judges of it. If not he, then who is it?

Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away, they see no good,

They have passed away as the swift ships, As the eagle that swoops on the prey.

If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face, and cheer up;

I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that you will not hold me innocent.

I shall be condemned; Why then do I labor in vain?

If I wash myself with snow, And cleanse my hands with lye,

Yet you will plunge me in the ditch. My own clothes shall abhor me.

For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, That we should come together in judgment.

There is no umpire between us, That might lay his hand on us both.

Let him take his rod away from me, Let his terror not make me afraid:

Then I would speak, and not fear him, For I am not so in myself.

Latin (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (Duport's facing Latin translation of his Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 9.28.1 focus

Tum vehementer metui in animo dolores ſævos

Plurimos (quot folia & flores naſcuntur vere )

Quibus indefinenter undiquaque mente conſternor.

Etiam hoc ego certò ſcio, quòd me inſontem non dimittes.

James Duport Job 9.28

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