ΙΩΒ 30
Septuagint (Brenton Greek text, with Apocrypha)Original language
Septuagint (Brenton Greek text, with Apocrypha)
World English Bible
1Νυνὶ δὲ κατεγέλασάν μου ἐλάχιστοι, νῦν νουθετοῦσί με ἐν μέρει, ὧν ἐξουδένουν τοὺς πατέρας αὐτῶν, οὓς οὐχ ἡγησάμην ἀξίους κυνῶν τῶν ἐμῶν νομάδων.
1“But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.
2Καί γε ἰσχὺς χειρῶν αὐτῶν ἱνατί μοι; ἐπʼ αὐτοὺς ἀπώλετο συντέλεια.
2Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
3Ἐν ἐνδείᾳ καὶ λιμῷ ἄγονος, οἱ φεύγοντες ἄνυδρον ἐχθὲς συνοχὴν καὶ ταλαιπωρίαν.
3They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
4Οἱ περικυκλοῦντες ἄλιμα ἐπὶ ἠχοῦντι, οἵτινες ἄλιμα ἦν αὐτῶν τὰ σῖτα, ἄτιμοι δὲ καὶ πεφαυλισμένοι, ἐνδεεῖς παντὸς ἀγαθοῦ, οἳ καὶ ῥὶζας ξύλων ἐμασσῶντο ὑπὸ λιμοῦ μεγάλου.
4They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.
5Ἐπανέστησάν μοι κλέπται,
5They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief,
6ὧν οἱ οἶκοι αὐτῶν ἦσαν τρῶγλαι πετρῶν·
6so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
7Ἀναμέσον εὐήχων βοήσονται οἳ ὑπὸ φρύγανα ἄγρια διῃτῶντο.
7They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.
8Ἀφρόνων υἱοὶ καὶ ἀτίμων, ὄνομα καὶ κλέος ἐσβεσμένον ἀπὸ γῆς.
8They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.
9Νυνὶ δὲ κιθάρα ἐγώ εἰμι αὐτῶν, καὶ ἐμὲ θρύλλημα ἔχουσιν.
9“Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
10Ἐβδελύξαντο δέ με ἀποστάντες μακρὰν, ἀπὸ δὲ τοῦ προσώπου μου οὐκ ἐφείσαντο πτύελον.
10They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.
11Ἀνοίξας γὰρ φαρέτραν αὐτοῦ ἐκάκωσέ με, καὶ χαλινὸν τοῦ προσώπου μου ἐξαπέστειλεν.
11For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
12Ἐπὶ δεξιῶν βλαστοῦ ἐπανέστησαν, πόδα αὐτῶν ἐξέτειναν, καὶ ὡδοποίησαν ἐπʼ ἐμὲ· τρίβους ἀπωλείας αὐτῶν.
12On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet. They cast their ways of destruction up against me.
13Ἐξετρίβησαν τρίβοι μου, ἐξέδυσαν γάρ μου τὴν στολήν·
13They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.
14βέλεσιν αὐτοῦ κατηκόντισέ με. Κέκριται δέ μοι ὡς βούλεται, ἐν ὀδύναις πέφυρμαι.
14As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.
15Ἐπιστρέφονταί μου αἱ ὀδύναι, ᾤχετό μου ἡ ἐλπὶς ὥσπερ πνεῦμα, καὶ ὥσπερ νέφος ἡ σωτηρία μου.
15Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
16Καὶ νῦν ἐπʼ ἐμὲ ἐκχυθήσεται ἡ ψυχή μου, ἔχουσιν δέ με ἡμέραι ὀδυνῶν.
16“Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17Νυκτὶ δέ μου τὰ ὀστᾶ συγκέχυται, τὰ δὲ νεῦρά μου διαλέλυται.
17In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
18Ἐν πολλῇ ἰσχύϊ ἐπελάβετό μου τῆς στολῆς, ὥσπερ τὸ περιστόμιον τοῦ χιτῶνός μου περιέσχε με.
18My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.
19Ἥγησαι δέ με ἴσα πηλῷ, ἐν γῇ καὶ σποδῷ μου ἡ μερίς.
19He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
20Κέκραγα δὲ πρὸς σὲ καὶ οὐκ ἀκούεις μου, ἔστησαν δὲ καὶ κατενόησάν με.
20I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
21Ἐπέβησαν δέ μοι ἀνελεημόνως, χειρὶ κραταιᾷ με ἐμαστίγωσας.
21You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
22Ἔταξας δέ με ἐν ὀδύναις, καὶ ἀπέῤῥιψάς με ἀπὸ σωτηρίας.
22You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
23Οἶδα γὰρ ὅτι θάνατός με ἐκτρίψει, οἰκία γὰρ παντὶ θνητῷ γῆ.
23For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.
24Εἰ γὰρ ὄφελον δυναίμην ἐμαυτὸν χειρώσασθαι, ἢ δεηθείς γε ἑτέρου, καὶ ποιήσει μοι τοῦτο.
24“However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
25Ἐγὼ δὲ ἐπὶ παντὶ ἀδυνάτῳ ἔκλαυσα, ἐστέναξα ἰδὼν ἄνδρα ἐν ἀνάγκαις·
25Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?
26ἐγὼ δὲ ἐπέχων ἀγαθοῖς, ἰδοὺ συνήντησάν μοι μᾶλλον ἡμέραι κακῶν.
26When I looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.
27Ἡ κοιλία μου ἐξέζεσε καὶ οὐ σιωπήσεται, προέφθασάν με ἡμέραι πτωχείας.
27My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
28Στένων πεπόρευμαι ἄνευ φιμοῦ, ἕστηκα δὲ ἐν ἐκκλησίᾳ κεκραγώς.
28I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
29Ἀδελφὸς γέγονα σειρήνων, ἑταῖρος δὲ στρουθῶν.
29I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
30Τὸ δὲ δέρμα μου ἐσκότωται μεγάλως, τὰ δὲ ὀστᾶ μου ἀπὸ καύματος.
30My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
31Ἀπέβη δὲ εἰς πένθος μου ἡ κιθάρα, ὁ δὲ ψαλμός μου εἰς κλαυθμὸν ἐμοί.
31Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
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