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Ѿвѣща́въ же і҆́ѡвъ, речѐ:
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But Job answered and said,
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а҆́ще бы кто̀ вѣ́сѧ и҆звѣ́силъ гнѣ́въ мо́й, бѡлѣ́зни же моѧ̑ взѧ́лъ бы на мѣ́рило вкꙋ́пѣ,
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Oh that one would indeed weigh the wrath that is upon me, and take up my griefs in a balance together!
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то̀ песка̀ морска́гѡ тѧжча́йшїи бы́ли бы: но, ꙗ҆́коже мни́тсѧ, словеса̀ моѧ̑ ѕла̑ сꙋ́ть.
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And verily they would be heavier than the sand by the seashore: but, as it seems, my words are vain.
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Стрѣ́лы бо гдⷭ҇ни въ тѣ́лѣ мое́мъ сꙋ́ть, и҆́хже ꙗ҆́рость и҆спива́етъ кро́вь мою̀: є҆гда̀ начнꙋ̀ глаго́лати, бодꙋ́тъ мѧ̀.
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For the arrows of the Lord are in my body, whose violence drinks up my blood: whenever I am going to speak, they pierce me.
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Что́ бо; є҆да̀ вотщѐ возреве́тъ ди́вїй ѻ҆се́лъ, ра́звѣ бра̑шна просѧ̀; и҆лѝ возреве́тъ гла́сомъ во́лъ, въ ꙗ҆́слехъ и҆мѣ́ѧй бра́шно;
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What then? will the wild ass bray for nothing, if he is not seeking food? or again, will the ox low at the manger, when he has fodder?
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Снѣ́стсѧ ли хлѣ́бъ без̾ со́ли; и҆лѝ є҆́сть вкꙋ́съ во тщи́хъ словесѣ́хъ;
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Shall bread be eaten without salt? or again, is there taste in empty words?
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Не мо́жетъ бо оу҆тиши́тисѧ дꙋша̀ моѧ̀: смра́дъ бо зрю̀ бра̑шна моѧ̑, ꙗ҆́коже воню̀ льво́вꙋ.
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For my wrath cannot cease; for I perceive my food as the smell of a lion to be loathsome.
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А҆́ще бо да́лъ бы, да прїи́детъ проше́нїе моѐ, и҆ наде́ждꙋ мою̀ да́лъ бы гдⷭ҇ь.
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For oh that he would grant my desire, and my petition might come, and the Lord would grant my hope!
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Наче́нъ гдⷭ҇ь да оу҆ѧзвлѧ́етъ мѧ̀, до конца́ же да не оу҆бїе́тъ мѧ̀.
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Let the Lord begin and wound me, but let him not utterly destroy me.
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Бꙋ́ди же мѝ гра́дъ гро́бъ, на є҆гѡ́же стѣна́хъ скака́хъ въ не́мъ: не пощажꙋ̀: не солга́хъ бо во словесѣ́хъ ст҃ы́хъ бг҃а моегѡ̀.
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Let the grave be my city, upon the walls of which I have leaped: I will not shrink from it; for I have not denied the holy words of my God.
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Ка́ѧ бо крѣ́пость моѧ̀, ꙗ҆́кѡ терплю̀; и҆лѝ ко́е мѝ вре́мѧ, ꙗ҆́кѡ терпи́тъ моѧ̀ дꙋша̀;
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For what is my strength, that I continue? what is my time, that my soul endures?
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є҆да̀ крѣ́пость ка́менїѧ крѣ́пость моѧ̀; и҆лѝ плѡ́ти моѧ̑ сꙋ́ть мѣ̑дѧны;
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Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
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и҆лѝ не оу҆пова́хъ на него̀; по́мощь же ѿ менє̀ ѿстꙋпѝ,
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Or have I not trusted in him? but help is far from me.
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ѿрече́сѧ ѿ менє̀ ми́лость, посѣще́нїе же гдⷭ҇не презрѣ́ мѧ.
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Mercy has rejected me; and the visitation of the Lord has disregarded me.
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Не воззрѣ́ша на мѧ̀ бли́жнїи моѝ: ꙗ҆́коже пото́къ ѡ҆скꙋдѣва́ѧй, и҆лѝ ꙗ҆́коже вѡ́лны преидо́ша мѧ̀:
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My nearest relations have not regarded me; they have passed me by like a failing brook, or like a wave.
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и҆̀же менє̀ боѧ́хꙋсѧ, нн҃ѣ нападо́ша на мѧ̀:
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They who used to reverence me, now have come against me like snow or congealed ice.
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ꙗ҆́коже снѣ́гъ и҆лѝ ле́дъ сме́рзлый, є҆гда̀ и҆ста́етъ теплотѣ̀ бы́вшей, не ктомꙋ̀ познава́етсѧ, что̀ бѣ̀:
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When it has melted at the approach of heat, it is not known what it was.
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та́кѡ и҆ а҆́зъ ѡ҆ста́вленъ є҆́смь ѿ всѣ́хъ, погибо́хъ же и҆ бездо́мокъ бы́хъ:
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Thus I also have been deserted of all; and I am ruined, and become an outcast.
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ви́дите пꙋти̑ ѳема̑нскїѧ, на стєзѝ савѡ̑нскїѧ смотрѧ́щїи,
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Behold the ways of the Thæmanites, ye that mark the paths of the Sabæans.
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и҆ стꙋда̀ и҆спо́лнени бꙋ́дꙋтъ на гра́ды и҆ на и҆мѣ̑нїѧ надѣ́ющїисѧ.
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They too that trust in cities and riches shall come to shame.
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Нн҃ѣ же и҆ вы̀ наидо́сте на мѧ̀ неми́лостивнѡ: оу҆̀бо ви́дѣвше мо́й стрꙋ́пъ оу҆бо́йтесѧ.
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But ye also have come to me without pity; so that beholding my wound ye are afraid.
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Что́ бо; є҆да̀ что̀ оу҆ ва́съ проси́хъ, и҆лѝ ва́шеѧ крѣ́пости тре́бꙋю,
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What? have I made any demand of you? or do I ask for strength from you,
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да спасе́те мѧ̀ ѿ врагѡ́въ, и҆лѝ и҆з̾ рꙋкѝ си́льныхъ и҆зба́вите мѧ̀;
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to deliver me from enemies, or to rescue me from the hand of the mighty ones?
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Наꙋчи́те мѧ̀, а҆́зъ же оу҆молчꙋ̀: а҆́ще что̀ погрѣши́хъ, скажи́те мѝ.
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Teach ye me, and I will be silent: if in anything I have erred, tell me.
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Но, ꙗ҆́коже мни́тсѧ, ѕла̑ (сꙋ́ть) мꙋ́жа и҆́стиннагѡ словеса̀, не ѿ ва́съ бо крѣ́пости прошꙋ̀:
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But as it seems, the words of a true man are vain, because I do not ask strength of you.
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нижѐ ѡ҆бличе́нїе ва́ше словесы̀ мѧ̀ оу҆толи́тъ, ниже́ бо вѣща́нїѧ ва́шегѡ слове́съ стерплю̀.
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Neither will your reproof cause me to cease my words, for neither will I endure the sound of your speech.
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Ѻ҆ба́че ꙗ҆́кѡ на си́ра напа́даете, наска́чете же на дрꙋ́га ва́шего.
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Even because ye attack the fatherless, and insult your friend.
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Нн҃ѣ же воззрѣ́въ на ли́ца ва̑ша, не солжꙋ̀.
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But now, having looked upon your countenances, I will not lie.
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Сѧ́дите нн҃ѣ, и҆ да не бꙋ́детъ непра́ведно, и҆ па́ки ко пра́ведномꙋ сни́дитесѧ.
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Sit down now, and let there not be unrighteousness; and unite again with the just.
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И҆́бо нѣ́сть въ ѧ҆зы́цѣ мое́мъ непра́вды, и҆ горта́нь мо́йне ра́зꙋмꙋ ли поꙋча́етсѧ;
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For there is no injustice in my tongue; and does not my throat meditate understanding?