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| The 7 Books | Old Testament History | Wisdom Books | Major Prophets | Minor Prophets | NT History | Epistles of St. Paul | General Writings | |||
| Genesis Exodus Leviticus Numbers Deuter. Joshua Judges | Ruth 1 Samuel 2 Samuel 1 Kings 2 Kings 1 Chron. 2 Chron. | Ezra Nehem. Tobit Judith Esther 1 Macc. 2 Macc. | Job Psalms Proverbs Eccles. Songs Wisdom Sirach | Isaiah Jeremiah Lament. Baruch Ezekiel Daniel | Hosea Joel Amos Obadiah Jonah Micah | Nahum Habakkuk Zephaniah Haggai Zechariah Malachi | Matthew Mark Luke John Acts | Romans 1 Corinth. 2 Corinth. Galatians Ephesians Philippians Colossians | 1 Thess. 2 Thess. 1 Timothy 2 Timothy Titus Philemon Hebrews | James 1 Peter 2 Peter 1 John 2 John 3 John Jude Revelation |
| 1 πότερον οὐχὶ πειρατήριόν ἐστιν ὁ βίος ἀνθρώπου ἐπὶ τῆς γῆς καὶ ὥσπερ μισθίου αὐθημερινοῦ ἡ ζωὴ αὐτοῦ 2 ἢ ὥσπερ θεράπων δεδοικὼς τὸν κύριον αὐτοῦ καὶ τετευχὼς σκιᾶς ἢ ὥσπερ μισθωτὸς ἀναμένων τὸν μισθὸν αὐτοῦ 3 οὕτως κἀγὼ ὑπέμεινα μῆνας κενούς νύκτες δὲ ὀδυνῶν δεδομέναι μοί εἰσιν 4 ἐὰν κοιμηθῶ λέγω πότε ἡμέρα ὡς δ' ἂν ἀναστῶ πάλιν πότε ἑσπέρα πλήρης δὲ γίνομαι ὀδυνῶν ἀπὸ ἑσπέρας ἕως πρωί 5 φύρεται δέ μου τὸ σῶμα ἐν σαπρίᾳ σκωλήκων τήκω δὲ βώλακας γῆς ἀπὸ ἰχῶρος ξύων 6 ὁ δὲ βίος μού ἐστιν ἐλαφρότερος λαλιᾶς ἀπόλωλεν δὲ ἐν κενῇ ἐλπίδι 7 μνήσθητι οὖν ὅτι πνεῦμά μου ἡ ζωὴ καὶ οὐκέτι ἐπανελεύσεται ὁ ὀφθαλμός μου ἰδεῖν ἀγαθόν 8 οὐ περιβλέψεταί με ὀφθαλμὸς ὁρῶντός με οἱ ὀφθαλμοί σου ἐν ἐμοί καὶ οὐκέτι εἰμὶ 9 ὥσπερ νέφος ἀποκαθαρθὲν ἀπ' οὐρανοῦ ἐὰν γὰρ ἄνθρωπος καταβῇ εἰς ᾅδην οὐκέτι μὴ ἀναβῇ 10 οὐδ' οὐ μὴ ἐπιστρέψῃ ἔτι εἰς τὸν ἴδιον οἶκον οὐδὲ μὴ ἐπιγνῷ αὐτὸν ἔτι ὁ τόπος αὐτοῦ 11 ἀτὰρ οὖν οὐδὲ ἐγὼ φείσομαι τῷ στόματί μου λαλήσω ἐν ἀνάγκῃ ὤν ἀνοίξω πικρίαν ψυχῆς μου συνεχόμενος 12 πότερον θάλασσά εἰμι ἢ δράκων ὅτι κατέταξας ἐπ' ἐμὲ φυλακήν 13 εἶπα ὅτι παρακαλέσει με ἡ κλίνη μου ἀνοίσω δὲ πρὸς ἐμαυτὸν ἰδίᾳ λόγον τῇ κοίτῃ μου 14 ἐκφοβεῖς με ἐνυπνίοις καὶ ἐν ὁράμασίν με καταπλήσσεις 15 ἀπαλλάξεις ἀπὸ πνεύματός μου τὴν ψυχήν μου ἀπὸ δὲ θανάτου τὰ ὀστᾶ μου 16 οὐ γὰρ εἰς τὸν αἰῶνα ζήσομαι ἵνα μακροθυμήσω ἀπόστα ἀπ' ἐμοῦ κενὸς γάρ μου ὁ βίος 17 τί γάρ ἐστιν ἄνθρωπος ὅτι ἐμεγάλυνας αὐτὸν ἢ ὅτι προσέχεις τὸν νοῦν εἰς αὐτὸν 18 ἢ ἐπισκοπὴν αὐτοῦ ποιήσῃ ἕως τὸ πρωὶ καὶ εἰς ἀνάπαυσιν αὐτὸν κρινεῖς 19 ἕως τίνος οὐκ ἐᾷς με οὐδὲ προΐῃ με ἕως ἂν καταπίω τὸν πτύελόν μου ἐν ὀδύνῃ 20 εἰ ἐγὼ ἥμαρτον τί δύναμαί σοι πρᾶξαι ὁ ἐπιστάμενος τὸν νοῦν τῶν ἀνθρώπων διὰ τί ἔθου με κατεντευκτήν σου εἰμὶ δὲ ἐπὶ σοὶ φορτίον 21 καὶ διὰ τί οὐκ ἐποιήσω τῆς ἀνομίας μου λήθην καὶ καθαρισμὸν τῆς ἁμαρτίας μου νυνὶ δὲ εἰς γῆν ἀπελεύσομαι ὀρθρίζων δὲ οὐκέτι εἰμί | 1 The life of man upon earth is a warfare, and his days are like the days of a hireling. 2 As a servant longs for the shade, as the hireling looks for the end of his work; 3 so I also have had empty months, and have numbered to myself wearisome nights. 4 If I lie down to sleep, I shall say: When shall I rise? And again, I shall look for the evening, and shall be filled with sorrows even till darkness. 5 My flesh is clothed with rottenness and the filth of dust; my skin is withered and drawn together. 6 My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope. 7 Remember that my life is but wind, and my eye shall not return to see good things. 8 Nor shall the sight of man behold me: your eyes are upon me, and I shall be no more. 9 As a cloud is consumed, and passes away: so he that shall go down to hell shall not come up. 10 Nor shall he return any more into his house, neither shall his place know him any more. 11 Wherefore, I will not spare my month, I will speak in the affliction of my spirit: I will talk with the bitterness of my soul. 12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that you have inclosed me in a prison? 13 If I say: My bed shall comfort me, and I shall be relieved, speaking with myself on my couch: 14 You will frighten me with dreams, and terrify me with visions. 15 So that my soul rather chooses hanging, and my bones death. 16 I have done with hope, I shall now live no longer: spare me, for my days are nothing. 17 What is a man, that you should magnify him or why do you set your heart upon him? 18 You visit him early in the morning, and you prove him suddenly. 19 How long will you not spare me, nor suffer me to swallow down my spittle? 20 I have sinned: what shall I do to you, O keeper of men? Why have you set me opposite to you and am I become burdensome to myself? 21 Why do you not remove my sin, and why do you not take away my iniquity? Behold now I shall sleep in the dust: and if you seek me in the morning, I shall not be. | 1 Militia est vita hominis super terram, et sicut dies mercenarii dies ejus. 2 Sicut servus desiderat umbram, et sicut mercenarius præstolatur finem operis sui, 3 sic et ego habui menses vacuos, et noctes laboriosas enumeravi mihi. 4 Si dormiero, dicam : Quando consurgam? et rursum expectabo vesperam, et replebor doloribus usque ad tenebras. 5 Induta est caro mea putredine, et sordibus pulveris cutis mea aruit et contracta est. 6 Dies mei velocius transierunt quam a texente tela succiditur, et consumpti sunt absque ulla spe. 7 Memento quia ventus est vita mea, et non revertetur oculus meus ut videat bona. 8 Nec aspiciet me visus hominis; oculi tui in me, et non subsistam. 9 Sicut consumitur nubes, et pertransit, sic qui descenderit ad inferos, non ascendet. 10 Nec revertetur ultra in domum suam, neque cognoscet eum amplius locus ejus. 11 Quapropter et ego non parcam ori meo : loquar in tribulatione spiritus mei; confabulabor cum amaritudine animæ meæ. 12 Numquid mare ego sum, aut cetus, quia circumdedisti me carcere? 13 Si dixero : Consolabitur me lectulus meus, et relevabor loquens mecum in strato meo : 14 terrebis me per somnia, et per visiones horrore concuties. 15 Quam ob rem elegit suspendium anima mea, et mortem ossa mea. 16 Desperavi : nequaquam ultra jam vivam : parce mihi, nihil enim sunt dies mei. 17 Quid est homo, quia magnificas eum? aut quid apponis erga eum cor tuum? 18 Visitas eum diluculo, et subito probas illum. 19 Usquequo non parcis mihi, nec dimittis me ut glutiam salivam meam? 20 Peccavi; quid faciam tibi, o custos hominum? quare posuisti me contrarium tibi, et factus sum mihimetipsi gravis? 21 Cur non tollis peccatum meum, et quare non aufers iniquitatem meam? ecce nunc in pulvere dormiam, et si mane me quæsieris, non subsistam. |
