Job 27
1 And Job adds to lift up his allegory and says:
ἔτι δὲ προσθεὶς Ιωβ εἶπεν τῷ προοιμίῳ
2 “God lives! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty—He made my soul bitter.
ζῇ κύριος ὃς οὕτω με κέκρικεν καὶ ὁ παντοκράτωρ ὁ πικράνας μου τὴν ψυχήν
3 For all the while my breath [is] in me, And the wind of God in my nostrils.
ἦ μὴν ἔτι τῆς πνοῆς μου ἐνούσης πνεῦμα δὲ θεῖον τὸ περιόν μοι ἐν ῥισίν
4 My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue does not utter deceit.
μὴ λαλήσειν τὰ χείλη μου ἄνομα οὐδὲ ἡ ψυχή μου μελετήσει ἄδικα
5 Defilement to me—if I justify you, Until I expire I do not turn aside my integrity from me.
μή μοι εἴη δικαίους ὑμᾶς ἀποφῆναι ἕως ἂν ἀποθάνω οὐ γὰρ ἀπαλλάξω μου τὴν ἀκακίαν
6 On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart does not reproach me while I live.
δικαιοσύνῃ δὲ προσέχων οὐ μὴ προῶμαι οὐ γὰρ σύνοιδα ἐμαυτῷ ἄτοπα πράξας
7 My enemy is as the wicked, And my withstander as the perverse.
οὐ μὴν δὲ ἀλλὰ εἴησαν οἱ ἐχθροί μου ὥσπερ ἡ καταστροφὴ τῶν ἀσεβῶν καὶ οἱ ἐπ’ ἐμὲ ἐπανιστανόμενοι ὥσπερ ἡ ἀπώλεια τῶν παρανόμων
8 For what [is] the hope of the profane, When He cuts off? When God casts off his soul?
καὶ τίς γάρ ἐστιν ἐλπὶς ἀσεβεῖ ὅτι ἐπέχει πεποιθὼς ἐπὶ κύριον ἆρα σωθήσεται
9 [Does] God hear his cry, When distress comes on him?
ἦ τὴν δέησιν αὐτοῦ εἰσακούσεται κύριος ἢ ἐπελθούσης αὐτῷ ἀνάγκης
10 Does he delight himself on the Mighty? Call God at all times?
μὴ ἔχει τινὰ παρρησίαν ἔναντι αὐτοῦ ἢ ὡς ἐπικαλεσαμένου αὐτοῦ εἰσακούσεται αὐτοῦ
11 I show you by the hand of God, That which [is] with the Mighty I do not hide.
ἀλλὰ δὴ ἀναγγελῶ ὑμῖν τί ἐστιν ἐν χειρὶ κυρίου ἅ ἐστιν παρὰ παντοκράτορι οὐ ψεύσομαι
12 Behold, you—all of you—have seen, And why [is] this—you are altogether vain?
ἰδοὺ δὴ πάντες οἴδατε ὅτι κενὰ κενοῖς ἐπιβάλλετε
13 This [is] the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones They receive from the Mighty.
αὕτη ἡ μερὶς ἀνθρώπου ἀσεβοῦς παρὰ κυρίου κτῆμα δὲ δυναστῶν ἐλεύσεται παρὰ παντοκράτορος ἐπ’ αὐτούς
14 If his sons multiply—a sword [is] for them. And his offspring [are] not satisfied [with] bread.
ἐὰν δὲ πολλοὶ γένωνται οἱ υἱοὶ αὐτοῦ εἰς σφαγὴν ἔσονται ἐὰν δὲ καὶ ἀνδρωθῶσιν προσαιτήσουσιν
15 His remnant are buried in death, And his widows do not weep.
οἱ δὲ περιόντες αὐτοῦ ἐν θανάτῳ τελευτήσουσιν χήρας δὲ αὐτῶν οὐθεὶς ἐλεήσει
16 If he heaps up silver as dust, And prepares clothing as clay,
ἐὰν συναγάγῃ ὥσπερ γῆν ἀργύριον ἴσα δὲ πηλῷ ἑτοιμάσῃ χρυσίον
17 He prepares—and the righteous puts [it] on, And the innocent apportions the silver.
ταῦτα πάντα δίκαιοι περιποιήσονται τὰ δὲ χρήματα αὐτοῦ ἀληθινοὶ καθέξουσιν
18 He has built his house as a moth, And as a shelter a watchman has made.
ἀπέβη δὲ ὁ οἶκος αὐτοῦ ὥσπερ σῆτες καὶ ὥσπερ ἀράχνη
19 He lies down rich, and he is not gathered, He has opened his eyes, and he is not.
πλούσιος κοιμηθεὶς καὶ οὐ προσθήσει ὀφθαλμοὺς αὐτοῦ διήνοιξεν καὶ οὐκ ἔστιν
20 Terrors overtake him as waters, By night a whirlwind has stolen him away.
συνήντησαν αὐτῷ ὥσπερ ὕδωρ αἱ ὀδύναι νυκτὶ δὲ ὑφείλατο αὐτὸν γνόφος
21 An east wind takes him up, and he goes, And it frightens him from his place,
ἀναλήμψεται αὐτὸν καύσων καὶ ἀπελεύσεται καὶ λικμήσει αὐτὸν ἐκ τοῦ τόπου αὐτοῦ
22 And it casts at him, and does not spare, He diligently flees from its hand.
καὶ ἐπιρρίψει ἐπ’ αὐτὸν καὶ οὐ φείσεται ἐκ χειρὸς αὐτοῦ φυγῇ φεύξεται
23 It claps its hands at him, And it hisses at him from his place.”
κροτήσει ἐπ’ αὐτοῦ χεῖρας αὐτοῦ καὶ συριεῖ αὐτὸν ἐκ τοῦ τόπου αὐτοῦ
