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Job. James Duport. . .
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Latin (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) (Latin) (Duport's facing Latin translation of his Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).)
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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.) — 39 focus
εἰ ἔγνως καιρὸν τοκετοῦ τραγελάφων πέτρας,
ἐφύλαξας δὲ ὠδίνας ἐλάφων;
ἠρίθμησας δέ μῆνας αὐτῶν πλήρεις τοκετοῦ,
ὠδίνας δὲ αὐτῶν ἔλυσας
ἐξέθρεψας δὲ αὐτῶν τὰ παιδἰα ἔξω φόβου
ὠδῖνας αὐτῶν ἐξαποστελεῖς;
ἀπορρήξουσιν τὰ τέκνα αὐτῶν, πληθυνθήσονται ἐν γενήματι·
ἐξελεύσονται, καὶ οὐ μὴ ἀνακάμψουσιν αὐτοῖς.
τς δέ ἐστιν ὁ ἀφεὶς ὄνον ἄγριον ἐλεύθερον,
δεσμοὺς δὲ αὐτοῦ τἰς ἔλοσεν;
ἐθέμην δὲ τὴν δίαιταν αὐτοῦ ἔρημον,
καὶ τὰ σκηνώματα αὐτοῦ ἁλμυρίδα.
καταγελῶν πολυοχλίας πόλεως,
μέμψιν δὲ φορολόγου οὐκ ἀκούων,
κατασκέψεται ὄρη, νομὴν αὐτοῦ,
καὶ ὀπίσω παντὸς χλωροῦ ζητεῖ.
βουλήσεται δέ σοι μονόκερως δουλεῦσαι,
ἢ κοιμηθῆναι ἐπὶ φάτνης σους;
δήσεις δὲ ἐν ἱμᾶσι ζυγὸν αὐτοῦ,
ἢ ἑλκύσει σου αὔλακας ἐν πεδίῳ;
πέποιθας δὲ ἐπʼ αὐτῷ, ὅτι πολλὴ ἰσχὺς αὐτοῦ,
ἐπαφήσεις δὲ αὐτῷ τὰ ἔργα σου;
πιστεύσεις δὲ ὅτι ἀποδώσει σοι τὸν σπόρον,
εἰσοίσει δέ σου τὸν ἄλωνα;
πτέρυξ τερπομένων, ἐὰν συλλάβῃ ἀσίδα καὶ νεσσά·
ὅτι ἀφήσει εἰς γῆν τὰ ᾠὰ αὐτῆς, καὶ ἐπὶ χοῦν θάλψει
καὶ ἐπελάθοντο ὅτι ποὺς σκορπιεῖ
καὶ θηρία ἀγροῦ καταπατήσει.
ἀπεσκλήρυνεν τὰ τέκνα ἑαυτῆς, ὥστε μὴ ἑαυτήν·
εἰς κενὸν ἐκοπίασεν ἄνευ φόβου.
ὅτι κατεσιώπησεν αὐτῇ ὁ θεὸς σοφίαν,
καὶ οὐκ ἐμέρισεν αὐτῇ ἐν τῇ συνέσει.
κατὰ καιρὸν ἐν ὕψει ὑψώσει,
καταγελάσεται ἵππου καὶ τοῦ ἐπιβάτου αὐτοῦ.
ἢ σὺ περιέθηκας ἵππῳ δύναμιν.
ἐνέδυσας δὲ τραχήλῳ αὐτοῦ φόβον;
περιέθηκας δὲ αὐτῷ πανοπλίαν,
δόξαν δὲ στηθέων αὐτοῦ τόλμης
ἀνορύσσων ἐν πεδίῳ γαυρξ.
ἐκπορεύεται δὲ εἰς πεδίον ἐν ἰσχύι
συναντῶν βασιλεῖ καταγελῶ,
καὶ οὐ μὴ ἀποστραφῇ ἀπὸ σιδήρου.
ἐπʼ αὐτῷ γαυριᾷ τόξον καὶ μάχαιρα.
καὶ ὀργῇ ἀφανιεῖ τὴν γῆν·
καὶ οὐ μὴ πιστεύσῃ ἕως ἂν σημάνῃ σάλπιγξ.
σάλπιγγος δέ σημαινούσης λέγει Εὖγε·
πόρρωθεν δὲ ὀσφραίνεται πολέμου σὺν ἄλματι καὶ κραυγῇ
ἐκ δὲ τῆς σῆς ἐπιστήμης ἔστηκεν ἱέραξ,
ἀναπετάσας τὰς πτέρυγας ἀκίνητος, καθορῶν τὰ πρὸς νότον
ἐπὶ δὲ σῷ προστάγματι ὑψοῦται ἀετός,
γὺψ δὲ ἐπὶ νοσσιᾶς αὐτου (28)καθεσθεὶς αὐλἰζεται,
ἐπ᾿ ἐξοχῇ
πέτρας καὶ ἀποκρύφω;
ἐκεῖσε ὢν ζητεῖ τὰ σῖτα,
πόρρωθεν οἱ ὀφθαλμοὶ αὐτοῦ σκοπεύουσιν·
νεοσσοὶ δὲ αὐτοῦ φύρονται ἐν αἵματι,
οὗ δ᾿ ἂν ὦσι τεθνεῶτες παραχρῆμα εὑρίσκονται.
Καὶ ἀπεκρίθη Κύριος ὁ θεὸς τῷ Ἰὼβ καὶ εἶπεν
Μὴ κρίσιν μετὰ Ἱκανοῦ ἐκκλινεῖς
ἐλέγχων δὲ θεὸν ἀποκριθήσεται αὐτήν;
Ὑπολαβὼν δὲ Ἰὼβ λέγει τῷ κυρίῳ
Τί ἔτι ἐγὼ κρίνομαι, νουθετούμενος καὶ ἐλέγχων Κύριων.
ἀκούων τοιαῦτα οὐθὲν ὤν;
ἐγὼ δὲ τίνα ἀπόκρισιν δώσω πρὸς ταῦτα;
χεῖρα θήσω ἐπὶ στόματί μου.
ἅπαξ λελάληκα, ἐπὶ δὲ τῷ δευτέρῳ οὐ προσθήσω.
Homeric Greek (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (James Duport, Threnothriambos: a Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 39.18.2 focus
Ἧτ' ἄλλων θέμις ἐστὶν ὑπερανίων πετεινῶν,
Translations (2)
Job Perseus (World English Bible. Revision of the American Standard Version of 1901. Rainbow Missions, Inc., 2000-2024.) — 39 focus
Do you know the time when the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch when the doe bears fawns?
Can you number the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they give birth?
They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, They end their labor pains.
Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go forth, and don’t return again.
Who has set the wild donkey free? Or who has loosened the bonds of the swift donkey,
Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the salt land his dwelling-place?
He scorns the tumult of the city, Neither hears he the shouting of the driver.
The range of the mountains is his pasture, He searches after every green thing.
Will the wild ox be content to serve you? Or will he stay by your feeding trough?
Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you?
Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave to him your labor?
Will you confide in him, that he will bring home your seed, And gather the grain of your threshing floor?
The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; But are they the pinions and plumage of love?
For she leaves her eggs on the earth, Warms them in the dust,
And forgets that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild animal may trample them.
She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor is in vain, she is without fear,
Because God has deprived her of wisdom, Neither has he imparted to her understanding.
When she lifts up herself on high, She scorns the horse and his rider.
Have you given the horse might? Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?
Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.
He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength: He goes out to meet the armed men.
He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed; Neither does he turn back from the sword.
The quiver rattles against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.
He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, Neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.
As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts,
Aha! He smells the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, And stretches her wings toward the south?
Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, And makes his nest on high?
On the cliff he dwells, and makes his home, On the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.
From there he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off.
His young ones also suck up blood. Where the slain are, there he is.
English (DeepSeek, 2026) (OCR draft) Experimental (Machine-assisted English translation of James Duport's Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job.) — 39.18 focus
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Or when she flutters in the air and in the clouds, as is the custom of other birds that soar aloft, and lifts her shaggy head and breast on high, as it were equal, spreading her wings like sails and canvas, she runs swiftly over the land with the blasts of the wind, like some self-moving ship on foot, for which alone, renowned for their deeds, there are steersmen behind.
And having driven alongside, she laughs alike at horseman and horse, swifter than both to run, and greater than the one in pursuit.