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Глава́ ѕ҃і
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Chapter 16
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Ѿвѣща́въ же і҆́ѡвъ, речѐ:
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But Job answered and said,
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слы́шахъ сицєва́ѧ мнѡ́га, оу҆тѣ́шителїе ѕѡ́лъ всѝ.
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I have heard many such things: poor comforters are ye all.
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Что́ бо; є҆да̀ чи́нъ є҆́сть во словесѣ́хъ вѣ́тра; и҆лѝ кꙋ́ю тѝ па́кость сотвори́тъ, ꙗ҆́кѡ ѿвѣща́еши;
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What! is there any reason in vain words? or what will hinder thee from answering?
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И҆ а҆́зъ ꙗ҆́коже вы̀ возглаго́лю: а҆́ще бы дꙋша̀ ва́ша подлежа́ла вмѣ́стѡ моеѧ̀, тогда̀ наскочи́лъ бы́хъ на вы̀ словесы̀, покива́ю же на вы̀ главо́ю мое́ю.
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I also will speak as ye do: if indeed your soul were in my soul's stead, then would I insult you with words, and I would shake my head at you.
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Бꙋ́ди же крѣ́пость во оу҆стѣ́хъ мои́хъ, движе́нїѧ же оу҆сте́нъ не пощажꙋ̀.
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And would there were strength in my mouth, and I would not spare the movement of my lips.
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А҆́ще бо возглаго́лю, не возболю́ ли ꙗ҆́звою; а҆́ще же и҆ оу҆молчꙋ̀, чи́мъ ме́нше оу҆ѧ́звенъ бꙋ́дꙋ;
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For if I should speak, I shall not feel the pain of my wound: and if I should be silent, how shall I be wounded the less?
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Нн҃ѣ же преꙋтрꙋжде́на мѧ̀ сотворѝ, бꙋ́ѧ, согни́вша, и҆ ꙗ҆́тъ мѧ̀.
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But now he has made me weary, and a worn-out fool; and thou hast laid hold of me.
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Въ послꙋ́шество бы́хъ, и҆ воста̀ во мнѣ̀ лжа̀ моѧ̀, проти́внѡ лицꙋ̀ моемꙋ̀ ѿвѣща̀.
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My falsehood has become a testimony, and has risen up against me: it has confronted me to my face.
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Гнѣ́венъ бы́въ низложи́ мѧ, возскрежета̀ зꙋбы̀ на мѧ̀, стрѣ́лы разбо́йникѡвъ є҆гѡ̀ нападо́ша на мѧ̀.
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In his anger he has cast me down; he has gnashed his teeth upon me: the weapons of his robbers have fallen upon me.
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Ѻ҆строто́ю ѻ҆че́съ наскака̀, мече́мъ порази́ мѧ въ колѣ̑на: вкꙋ́пѣ же потеко́ша на мѧ̀:
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He has attacked me with the keen glances of his eyes; with his sharp spear he has smitten me down upon my knees; and they have run upon me with one accord.
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предаде́ бо мѧ̀ гдⷭ҇ь въ рꙋ́ки непра́ведныхъ, нечести̑вымъ же пове́рже мѧ̀.
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For the Lord has delivered me into the hands of unrighteous men, and thrown me upon the ungodly.
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Ми́рствꙋюща разсы́па мѧ̀, взѧ́въ мѧ̀ за власы̀ ѡ҆борва̀, поста́ви мѧ̀ а҆́ки примѣ́тꙋ.
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When I was at peace he distracted me: he took me by the hair of the head, and plucked it out: he set me up as a mark.
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Ѡ҆быдо́ша мѧ̀ ко́пїѧми бодꙋ́ще во и҆сте́сы моѧ̑, не щадѧ́ще: и҆злїѧ́ша на зе́млю же́лчь мою̀,
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They surrounded me with spears, aiming at my reins: without sparing me they poured out my gall upon the ground.
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низложи́ша мѧ̀ трꙋ́пъ на трꙋ́пъ, теко́ша ко мнѣ̀ могꙋ́щїи,
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They overthrew me with fall upon fall: they ran upon me in their might.
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вре́тище соши́ша на ко́жꙋ мою̀, и҆ мо́щь моѧ̀ на землѝ оу҆гасѐ.
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They sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and my strength has been spent on the ground.
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Чре́во моѐ сгорѣ̀ ѿ пла́ча, на вѣ́ждахъ же мои́хъ стѣ́нь сме́ртнаѧ,
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My belly has been parched with wailing, and darkness is on my eyelids.
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непра́ведно же ни є҆ди́но бѣ̀ въ рꙋкꙋ̀ моє́ю: моли́тва же моѧ̀ чиста̀.
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Yet there was no injustice in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
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Землѐ, да не покры́еши над̾ кро́вїю пло́ти моеѧ̀, нижѐ да бꙋ́детъ мѣ́сто во́плю моемꙋ̀.
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Earth, cover not over the blood of my flesh, and let my cry have no place.
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И҆ нн҃ѣ сѐ, на нб҃сѣ́хъ по́слꙋхъ мо́й, свидѣ́тель же мѝ во вы́шнихъ.
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And now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my advocate is on high.
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Да прїи́детъ моѧ̀ мольба̀ ко гдⷭ҇ꙋ, пред̾ ни́мже да ка́плетъ ѻ҆́ко моѐ.
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Let my supplication come to the Lord, and let mine eye weep before him.
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Бꙋ́ди же ѡ҆бличе́нїе мꙋ́жꙋ пред̾ гдⷭ҇емъ, и҆ сы́нꙋ человѣ́ческомꙋ ко бли́жнемꙋ є҆гѡ̀.
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Oh that a man might plead before the Lord, even as the son of man with his neighbour!
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Лѣ̑та же и҆зочтє́наѧ прїидо́ша, и҆ пꙋте́мъ, и҆́мже не возвращꙋ́сѧ, пойдꙋ̀.
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But my years are numbered and their end come, and I shall go by the way by which I shall not return.
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