Ἰώβ 41
1 ἄξεις δὲ δράκοντα ἐν ἀγκίστρῳ περιθήσεις δὲ φορβεὰν περὶ ῥῖνα αὐτοῦ
Dost thou draw leviathan with an angle? And with a rope thou lettest down — his tongue?
2 εἰ δήσεις κρίκον ἐν τῷ μυκτῆρι αὐτοῦ ψελίῳ δὲ τρυπήσεις τὸ χεῖλος αὐτοῦ
Dost thou put a reed in his nose? And with a thorn pierce his jaw?
3 λαλήσει δέ σοι δεήσει ἱκετηρίᾳ μαλακῶς
Doth he multiply unto thee supplications? Doth he speak unto thee tender things?
4 θήσεται δὲ διαθήκην μετὰ σοῦ λήμψῃ δὲ αὐτὸν δοῦλον αἰώνιον
Doth he make a covenant with thee? Dost thou take him for a servant age-during?
5 παίξῃ δὲ ἐν αὐτῷ ὥσπερ ὀρνέῳ ἢ δήσεις αὐτὸν ὥσπερ στρουθίον παιδίῳ
Dost thou play with him as a bird? And dost thou bind him for thy damsels?
6 ἐνσιτοῦνται δὲ ἐν αὐτῷ ἔθνη μεριτεύονται δὲ αὐτὸν φοινίκων γένη
(Feast upon him do companions, They divide him among the merchants!)
7 πᾶν δὲ πλωτὸν συνελθὸν οὐ μὴ ἐνέγκωσιν βύρσαν μίαν οὐρᾶς αὐτοῦ καὶ ἐν πλοίοις ἁλιέων κεφαλὴν αὐτοῦ
Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head?
8 ἐπιθήσεις δὲ αὐτῷ χεῖρα μνησθεὶς πόλεμον τὸν γινόμενον ἐν σώματι αὐτοῦ καὶ μηκέτι γινέσθω
Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle — do not add!
9 οὐχ ἑόρακας αὐτὸν οὐδὲ ἐπὶ τοῖς λεγομένοις τεθαύμακας
Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?
10 οὐ δέδοικας ὅτι ἡτοίμασταί μοι τίς γάρ ἐστιν ὁ ἐμοὶ ἀντιστάς
None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who [is] he before Me stationeth himself?
11 ἢ τίς ἀντιστήσεταί μοι καὶ ὑπομενεῖ εἰ πᾶσα ἡ ὑπ’ οὐρανὸν ἐμή ἐστιν
Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it [is] mine.
12 οὐ σιωπήσομαι δῑ αὐτόν καὶ λόγον δυνάμεως ἐλεήσει τὸν ἴσον αὐτοῦ
I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.
13 τίς ἀποκαλύψει πρόσωπον ἐνδύσεως αὐτοῦ εἰς δὲ πτύξιν θώρακος αὐτοῦ τίς ἂν εἰσέλθοι
Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter?
14 πύλας προσώπου αὐτοῦ τίς ἀνοίξει κύκλῳ ὀδόντων αὐτοῦ φόβος
The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth [are] terrible.
15 τὰ ἔγκατα αὐτοῦ ἀσπίδες χάλκειαι σύνδεσμος δὲ αὐτοῦ ὥσπερ σμιρίτης λίθος
A pride — strong ones of shields, Shut up — a close seal.
16 εἷς τοῦ ἑνὸς κολλῶνται πνεῦμα δὲ οὐ μὴ διέλθῃ αὐτόν
One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them.
17 ἀνὴρ τῷ ἀδελφῷ αὐτοῦ προσκολληθήσεται συνέχονται καὶ οὐ μὴ ἀποσπασθῶσιν
One unto another they adhere, They stick together and are not separated.
18 ἐν πταρμῷ αὐτοῦ ἐπιφαύσκεται φέγγος οἱ δὲ ὀφθαλμοὶ αὐτοῦ εἶδος ἑωσφόρου
His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes [are] as the eyelids of the dawn.
19 ἐκ στόματος αὐτοῦ ἐκπορεύονται λαμπάδες καιόμεναι καὶ διαρριπτοῦνται ἐσχάραι πυρός
Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape.
20 ἐκ μυκτήρων αὐτοῦ ἐκπορεύεται καπνὸς καμίνου καιομένης πυρὶ ἀνθράκων
Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke, As a blown pot and reeds.
21 ἡ ψυχὴ αὐτοῦ ἄνθρακες φλὸξ δὲ ἐκ στόματος αὐτοῦ ἐκπορεύεται
His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth.
22 ἐν δὲ τραχήλῳ αὐτοῦ αὐλίζεται δύναμις ἔμπροσθεν αὐτοῦ τρέχει ἀπώλεια
In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.
23 σάρκες δὲ σώματος αὐτοῦ κεκόλληνται καταχέει ἐπ’ αὐτόν οὐ σαλευθήσεται
The flakes of his flesh have adhered — Firm upon him — it is not moved.
24 ἡ καρδία αὐτοῦ πέπηγεν ὡς λίθος ἕστηκεν δὲ ὥσπερ ἄκμων ἀνήλατος
His heart [is] firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the lower piece.
25 στραφέντος δὲ αὐτοῦ φόβος θηρίοις τετράποσιν ἐπὶ γῆς ἁλλομένοις
From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.
26 ἐὰν συναντήσωσιν αὐτῷ λόγχαι οὐδὲν μὴ ποιήσωσιν δόρυ ἐπηρμένον καὶ θώρακα
The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear — dart — and lance.
27 ἥγηται μὲν γὰρ σίδηρον ἄχυρα χαλκὸν δὲ ὥσπερ ξύλον σαθρόν
He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood.
28 οὐ μὴ τρώσῃ αὐτὸν τόξον χάλκειον ἥγηται μὲν πετροβόλον χόρτον
The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.
29 ὡς καλάμη ἐλογίσθησαν σφῦραι καταγελᾷ δὲ σεισμοῦ πυρφόρου
As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.
30 ἡ στρωμνὴ αὐτοῦ ὀβελίσκοι ὀξεῖς πᾶς δὲ χρυσὸς θαλάσσης ὑπ’ αὐτὸν ὥσπερ πηλὸς ἀμύθητος
Under him [are] sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.
31 ἀναζεῖ τὴν ἄβυσσον ὥσπερ χαλκεῖον ἥγηται δὲ τὴν θάλασσαν ὥσπερ ἐξάλειπτρον
He causeth to boil as a pot the deep, The sea he maketh as a pot of ointment.
32 τὸν δὲ τάρταρον τῆς ἀβύσσου ὥσπερ αἰχμάλωτον ἐλογίσατο ἄβυσσον εἰς περίπατον
After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary.
33 οὐκ ἔστιν οὐδὲν ἐπὶ τῆς γῆς ὅμοιον αὐτῷ πεποιημένον ἐγκαταπαίζεσθαι ὑπὸ τῶν ἀγγέλων μου
There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror.
34 πᾶν ὑψηλὸν ὁρᾷ αὐτὸς δὲ βασιλεὺς πάντων τῶν ἐν τοῖς ὕδασιν
Every high thing he doth see, He [is] king over all sons of pride.
