Ἰώβ 13
1 ἰδοὺ ταῦτα ἑώρακέν μου ὁ ὀφθαλμὸς καὶ ἀκήκοέν μου τὸ οὖς
Lo! all [this], hath mine own eye seen, —Mine ear hath heard and understood it:
2 καὶ οἶδα ὅσα καὶ ὑμεῖς ἐπίστασθε καὶ οὐκ ἀσυνετώτερός εἰμι ὑμῶν
Just as ye know, I too, know, I, fall not short, of you.
3 οὐ μὴν δὲ ἀλλ’ ἐγὼ πρὸς κύριον λαλήσω ἐλέγξω δὲ ἐναντίον αὐτοῦ ἐὰν βούληται
But indeed, I, unto the Almighty, would speak, and, to direct my argument unto GOD, would I be well pleased.
4 ὑμεῖς δέ ἐστε ἰατροὶ ἄδικοι καὶ ἰαταὶ κακῶν πάντες
For, in truth, ye, do besmear with falsehood, Worthless physicians, all of you!
5 εἴη δὲ ὑμῖν κωφεῦσαι καὶ ἀποβήσεται ὑμῖν εἰς σοφίαν
Oh that ye would, altogether hold your peace, and it should serve you for wisdom!
6 ἀκούσατε ἔλεγχον στόματός μου κρίσιν δὲ χειλέων μου προσέχετε
Hear, I pray you, the argument of my mouth, and, to the pleadings of my lips, give heed: —
7 πότερον οὐκ ἔναντι κυρίου λαλεῖτε ἔναντι δὲ αὐτοῦ φθέγγεσθε δόλον
Is it, for God, ye would speak perversely? And, for him, would ye speak deceit:
8 ἦ ὑποστελεῖσθε ὑμεῖς δὲ αὐτοὶ κριταὶ γένεσθε
Even, for him, would ye be partial? Or, for GOD, would ye [so] plead?
9 καλόν γε ἐὰν ἐξιχνιάσῃ ὑμᾶς εἰ γὰρ τὰ πάντα ποιοῦντες προστεθήσεσθε αὐτῷ
Would it be well, when he searched you out? Or, as one might jest with a mortal, would ye jest, with him?
10 οὐθὲν ἧττον ἐλέγξει ὑμᾶς εἰ δὲ καὶ κρυφῇ πρόσωπα θαυμάσετε
He will, severely rebuke, you, if ye are secretly partial.
11 πότερον οὐχὶ δεινὰ αὐτοῦ στροβήσει ὑμᾶς φόβος δὲ παρ’ αὐτοῦ ἐπιπεσεῖται ὑμῖν
Shall not, his majesty, overwhelm you? and, the dread of him, fall upon you?
12 ἀποβήσεται δὲ ὑμῶν τὸ ἀγαυρίαμα ἴσα σποδῷ τὸ δὲ σῶμα πήλινον
Are not your memorable sayings, proverbs of ashes? Breastworks of clay, your breastworks?
13 κωφεύσατε ἵνα λαλήσω καὶ ἀναπαύσωμαι θυμοῦ
Quietly let me alone, that, I, may speak out, then let come on me, what may.
14 ἀναλαβὼν τὰς σάρκας μου τοῖς ὀδοῦσιν ψυχὴν δέ μου θήσω ἐν χειρί
In any case, I will take up my flesh in my teeth, and, my life, will I put in my hand:
15 ἐάν με χειρώσηται ὁ δυνάστης ἐπεὶ καὶ ἦρκται ἦ μὴν λαλήσω καὶ ἐλέγξω ἐναντίον αὐτοῦ
Lo! he may slay me, [yet], for him, will I wait, —Nevertheless, my ways—unto his face, will I show to be right:
16 καὶ τοῦτό μοι ἀποβήσεται εἰς σωτηρίαν οὐ γὰρ ἐναντίον αὐτοῦ δόλος εἰσελεύσεται
Even he, will be on my side—unto salvation, For, not before his face, shall any impious person come.
17 ἀκούσατε ἀκούσατε τὰ ῥήματά μου ἀναγγελῶ γὰρ ὑμῶν ἀκουόντων
Hear ye patiently my speech, and be my declaration in your ears.
18 ἰδοὺ ἐγὼ ἐγγύς εἰμι τοῦ κρίματός μου οἶδα ἐγὼ ὅτι δίκαιος ἀναφανοῦμαι
Lo! I pray you, I have set forth in order a plea, I know that, I, shall be found right.
19 τίς γάρ ἐστιν ὁ κριθησόμενός μοι ὅτι νῦν κωφεύσω καὶ ἐκλείψω
Who is it that shall contend with me? For, now, if I should hold my peace, why! I should breathe my last!
20 δυεῖν δέ μοι χρήσῃ τότε ἀπὸ τοῦ προσώπου σου οὐ κρυβήσομαι
Only, two things, do thou not with me, then, from thy face, will I not hide me: —
21 τὴν χεῖρα ἀπ’ ἐμοῦ ἀπέχου καὶ ὁ φόβος σου μή με καταπλησσέτω
Thy hand—from off me, take thou far away, and, thy terror, let it not startle me!
22 εἶτα καλέσεις ἐγὼ δέ σοι ὑπακούσομαι ἢ λαλήσεις ἐγὼ δέ σοι δώσω ἀνταπόκρισιν
Then call thou, and, I, will answer, Or I will speak, and reply thou unto me.
23 πόσαι εἰσὶν αἱ ἁμαρτίαι μου καὶ αἱ ἀνομίαι μου δίδαξόν με τίνες εἰσίν
How many are mine iniquities and sins? My transgression and my sin, let me know!
24 διὰ τί ἀπ’ ἐμοῦ κρύπτῃ ἥγησαι δέ με ὑπεναντίον σοι
Wherefore, thy face, shouldst thou hide? Or count me, as an enemy to thee?
25 ἦ ὡς φύλλον κινούμενον ὑπὸ ἀνέμου εὐλαβηθήσῃ ἢ ὡς χόρτῳ φερομένῳ ὑπὸ πνεύματος ἀντίκεισαί μοι
A driven leaf, wilt thou cause to tremble? Or, dry stubble, wilt thou pursue?
26 ὅτι κατέγραψας κατ’ ἐμοῦ κακά περιέθηκας δέ μοι νεότητος ἁμαρτίας
For thou writest, against me, bitter things, and dost make me inherit the iniquities of my youth;
27 ἔθου δέ μου τὸν πόδα ἐν κωλύματι ἐφύλαξας δέ μου πάντα τὰ ἔργα εἰς δὲ ῥίζας τῶν ποδῶν μου ἀφίκου
And thou dost put—in the stocks—my feet, and observest all my paths, Against the roots of my feet, thou dost cut out a bound;
28 ὃ παλαιοῦται ἴσα ἀσκῷ ἢ ὥσπερ ἱμάτιον σητόβρωτον
And, a man himself, as a rotten thing, weareth out, as a garment which the moth hath eaten.
