Ἰώβ 16
1 ὑπολαβὼν δὲ Ιωβ λέγει
And Job answereth and saith: —
2 ἀκήκοα τοιαῦτα πολλά παρακλήτορες κακῶν πάντες
I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters [are] ye all.
3 τί γάρ μὴ τάξις ἐστὶν ῥήμασιν πνεύματος ἢ τί παρενοχλήσει σοι ὅτι ἀποκρίνῃ
Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest?
4 κἀγὼ καθ’ ὑμᾶς λαλήσω εἰ ὑπέκειτό γε ἡ ψυχὴ ὑμῶν ἀντὶ τῆς ἐμῆς εἶτ’ ἐναλοῦμαι ὑμῖν ῥήμασιν κινήσω δὲ καθ’ ὑμῶν κεφαλήν
I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.
5 εἴη δὲ ἰσχὺς ἐν τῷ στόματί μου κίνησιν δὲ χειλέων οὐ φείσομαι
I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.
6 ἐὰν γὰρ λαλήσω οὐκ ἀλγήσω τὸ τραῦμα ἐὰν δὲ καὶ σιωπήσω τί ἔλαττον τρωθήσομαι
If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease — what goeth from me?
7 νῦν δὲ κατάκοπόν με πεποίηκεν μωρόν σεσηπότα
Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
8 καὶ ἐπελάβου μου εἰς μαρτύριον ἐγενήθη καὶ ἀνέστη ἐν ἐμοὶ τὸ ψεῦδός μου κατὰ πρόσωπόν μου ἀνταπεκρίθη
And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
9 ὀργῇ χρησάμενος κατέβαλέν με ἔβρυξεν ἐπ’ ἐμὲ τοὺς ὀδόντας βέλη πειρατῶν αὐτοῦ ἐπ’ ἐμοὶ ἔπεσεν
His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
10 ἀκίσιν ὀφθαλμῶν ἐνήλατο ὀξεῖ ἔπαισέν με εἰς σιαγόνα ὁμοθυμαδὸν δὲ κατέδραμον ἐπ’ ἐμοί
They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.
11 παρέδωκεν γάρ με ὁ κύριος εἰς χεῖρας ἀδίκου ἐπὶ δὲ ἀσεβέσιν ἔρριψέν με
God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.
12 εἰρηνεύοντα διεσκέδασέν με λαβών με τῆς κόμης διέτιλεν κατέστησέν με ὥσπερ σκοπόν
At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.
13 ἐκύκλωσάν με λόγχαις βάλλοντες εἰς νεφρούς μου οὐ φειδόμενοι ἐξέχεαν εἰς τὴν γῆν τὴν χολήν μου
Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
14 κατέβαλόν με πτῶμα ἐπὶ πτώματι ἔδραμον πρός με δυνάμενοι
He breaketh me — breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.
15 σάκκον ἔρραψα ἐπὶ βύρσης μου τὸ δὲ σθένος μου ἐν γῇ ἐσβέσθη
Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
16 ἡ γαστήρ μου συγκέκαυται ἀπὸ κλαυθμοῦ ἐπὶ δὲ βλεφάροις μου σκιά
My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids [is] death-shade.
17 ἄδικον δὲ οὐδὲν ἦν ἐν χερσίν μου εὐχὴ δέ μου καθαρά
Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer [is] pure.
18 γῆ μὴ ἐπικαλύψῃς ἐφ’ αἵματι τῆς σαρκός μου μηδὲ εἴη τόπος τῇ κραυγῇ μου
O earth, do not thou cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry.
19 καὶ νῦν ἰδοὺ ἐν οὐρανοῖς ὁ μάρτυς μου ὁ δὲ συνίστωρ μου ἐν ὑψίστοις
Also, now, lo, in the heavens [is] my witness, And my testifier in the high places.
20 ἀφίκοιτό μου ἡ δέησις πρὸς κύριον ἔναντι δὲ αὐτοῦ στάζοι μου ὁ ὀφθαλμός
My interpreter [is] my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
21 εἴη δὲ ἔλεγχος ἀνδρὶ ἔναντι κυρίου καὶ υἱὸς ἀνθρώπου τῷ πλησίον αὐτοῦ
And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.
22 ἔτη δὲ ἀριθμητὰ ἥκασιν ὁδῷ δέ ᾗ οὐκ ἐπαναστραφήσομαι πορεύσομαι
When a few years do come, Then a path I return not do I go.
