James Duport, Job, 7.15

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Igitur ſuffocationem anima deſiderat, neque meum cor

Veller ampliùs vivere, & videre lucem ſolis.

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).)

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.) — 7 focus

πότερον οὐχὶ πειρατήριόυ ἐστιν ὁ βἰος ἀνθρώπου ἐπὶ τῆς γῆς,

καὶ ὥσπερ μισθίου αὐθημερινοῦ ἡ ζωὴ αὐτοῦ;

ἢ ὥσπερ θεράπων δεδοικὼς τὸν κύριον αὐτοῦ καὶ τετευχὼς

σκιᾶς,

ἢ ὤσπερ μισθωτὸς ἀναμένων τὸν μισθὸν αὐτοῦ;

οὕτως κἀγὼ ὑπέμεινα μῆνας κενούς,

νύκτες δὲ ὀδυνῶν δεδομέναι μοί εἰσιν.

ἐὰν κοιμηθῶ, λέγω Πότε ἡμέρα;

ὧς δʼ ἂν ἀναστῶ, πάλιν Πότε ἐσπέρας

πλήρης δέ γίνομαι ὀδυνῶν ἀπὸ ἑσπέρας ἕως πρωί.

φύρεται δέ μου τὸ σῶμα ἐν σαπρίᾳ σκωλήκων,

τήκω δὲ βώλακας γῆς ἀπὸ ἰχῶρος ξύων.

ὁ δὲ βίος μού ἐστιν ἐλαφρώτερος λαλιᾶς,

ἀπόλωλεν δὲ ἐν κενῇ ἐλπίδι.

μνήσθητι οὖν ὅτι πνεῦμά μου ἡ ζωή,

καὶ οὐκ ἔτι ἐπανελεύσεται ὀφθαλμός μου ἰδεῖν ἀγαθόν.¶

οὐ περιβλέψεταί με ὀφθαλμὸς ὁρῶντός με·

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oἱ ὀφθαλμοοί σου ἐν ἐμοί, καὶ οὐκ ἔτι εἰμί,

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ὥσπερ νέφος ἀποκαθαρθὲν ἀπʼ οὐρανοῦ.

ἐὰν γὰρ ἄνθρωπος καταβῇ εἰς ᾅ δην, οὐκ ἔτι μὴ ἀναβῇ,

οὐδ᾿ οὐ μὴ ἐπιστρέψῃ εἰς τὸν ἴδιον οἶκον,

οὐδʼ οὐ μὴ ἐπιγνῷ αὐτὸν ἔτι ὁ τόπος αὐτοῦ.

ἀτὰρ οὖν οὐδὲ ἐγὼ φείσομαι τῷ στόματί μου.

λαλήσω ἐν ἀνάγκῃ ὤν,

ἀνοίξω πικρίαν ψυχῆς μου συνεχόμενος.

πότερον θάλασσά εἰμι ἢ δράκων,

ὅτι κατέταξας ἐπʼ ἐμέ φυλακήν

εἶπα ὅτι Μαρακαλέσει με ἡ κλίνη μου.

ἀνοίσω δέ πρὸς ἐμαυτὸν ἰδἰᾳ λόγον τῇ κοίτῃ μου·

ἐκφοβεῖς με ἐνυπνίοις, καὶ ἐν ὁράμασίν με καταπλήσσεις.

ἀπαλλάξεις ἀπὸ πνεύματός μου τὴν ψυχήν μου.

ἀπὸ δὲ θανάτου τὰ ὀστᾶ μου.

οὐ γὰρ εἰς τὸν αἰῶνα ζήσομαι, ἴνα μακροθυμήσω-

ἀπόστα ἀπʼ ἐμοῦ, κενὸς γάρ μου ὁ βἰος.

τί γάρ ἐστιν ἄνθρωπος ὅτι ἐμεγάλυνας αὐτόν;

ἢ ὅτι προσέχεις τὸν νοῦν εἰς αὐτόν;

ἢ ἐπισκοπὴν αὐτοῦ ποιήσῃ ἕως τὸ πρωί,

καὶ εἰς ἀνάπαυσιν αὐτὸν κρινεῖς;

ἔως τἰνος οὐκ ἐᾷς με

οὐδὲ προίῃ με, ἕως ἂν καταπίω τὸν πτύελόν μου ἐν ὀδύνῃς

εἰ ἐγὼ ἥμαρτον, τί δυνήσομαι πρᾶξαι,

ὁ ἐπιστάμενος τὸν νοῦν τῶν ἀνθρώπων;

διὰ τἰ ἔθου με κατεντευκτὴν σου,

εἱμὶ δὲ ἐπὶ σοὶ φορτίον;

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καὶ διὰ τί οὐκ ἐποιαὴσαν τῆς ἀνομίας μου λήθην

καὶ καθαρμσμὸν τῆς ἁμαρτίὼς μου;

νυνὶ δὲ εἰς γῆν ἀπελεύσομαι,

ὀρθρίζων δὲ οὐκ ἔτι εἰμί.

Homeric Greek (James Duport, 1676) (OCR draft) Experimental (James Duport, Threnothriambos: a Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job (1676).) — 7.15 focus

Τούνεκα δὲ πνῖγα θυμὸς ἑέλδεται, οὐδέ νύ μοι κῆρ

Ἤθελ' ἔτι ζώειν, καὶ ὁρᾷν φάος ἠελίοιο.

Translations (2)

Job Perseus (World English Bible. Revision of the American Standard Version of 1901. Rainbow Missions, Inc., 2000-2024.) — 7 focus

Isn’t a man forced to labor on earth? Aren’t his days like the days of a hired hand?

As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, As a hireling who looks for his wages,

So am I made to possess months of misery, Wearisome nights are appointed to me.

When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.

Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good.

The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more. Your eyes shall be on me, but I shall not be.

As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, So he who goes down to Sheol shall come up no more.

He shall return no more to his house, Neither shall his place know him any more.

Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That you put a guard over me?

When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;

Then you scar me with dreams, And terrify me through visions:

So that my soul chooses strangling, Death rather than my bones.

I loathe my life. I don’t want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.

What is man, that you should magnify him, That you should set your mind on him,

That you should visit him every morning, And test him every moment?

How long will you not look away from me, Nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?

If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, So that I am a burden to myself?

Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be.

English (DeepSeek, 2026) (OCR draft) Experimental (Machine-assisted English translation of James Duport's Homeric Greek verse paraphrase of Job.) — 7.15 focus

[15] Therefore my soul desires choking, and my heart no longer wished to live, and to see the light of the sun.

James Duport Job 7.15

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