Звичайний друк Виконується верстка сторінок…
Папір A4, книжкова орієнтація, поля «Немає», без колонтитулів, масштаб 100%. Сторінки йдуть підряд. Для двостороннього друку виберіть переворот по довгому краю.
1
Ѿвѣща́въ же і҆́ѡвъ, речѐ:
1
But Job answered and said,
2
а҆́ще бы кто̀ вѣ́сѧ и҆звѣ́силъ гнѣ́въ мо́й, бѡлѣ́зни же моѧ̑ взѧ́лъ бы на мѣ́рило вкꙋ́пѣ,
2
Oh that one would indeed weigh the wrath that is upon me, and take up my griefs in a balance together!
3
то̀ песка̀ морска́гѡ тѧжча́йшїи бы́ли бы: но, ꙗ҆́коже мни́тсѧ, словеса̀ моѧ̑ ѕла̑ сꙋ́ть.
3
And verily they would be heavier than the sand by the seashore: but, as it seems, my words are vain.
4
Стрѣ́лы бо гдⷭ҇ни въ тѣ́лѣ мое́мъ сꙋ́ть, и҆́хже ꙗ҆́рость и҆спива́етъ кро́вь мою̀: є҆гда̀ начнꙋ̀ глаго́лати, бодꙋ́тъ мѧ̀.
4
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.
5
Что́ бо; є҆да̀ вотщѐ возреве́тъ ди́вїй ѻ҆се́лъ, ра́звѣ бра̑шна просѧ̀; и҆лѝ возреве́тъ гла́сомъ во́лъ, въ ꙗ҆́слехъ и҆мѣ́ѧй бра́шно;
5
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?
6
Снѣ́стсѧ ли хлѣ́бъ без̾ со́ли; и҆лѝ є҆́сть вкꙋ́съ во тщи́хъ словесѣ́хъ;
6
Shall bread be eaten without salt? or again, is there taste in empty words?
7
Не мо́жетъ бо оу҆тиши́тисѧ дꙋша̀ моѧ̀: смра́дъ бо зрю̀ бра̑шна моѧ̑, ꙗ҆́коже воню̀ льво́вꙋ.
7
For my wrath cannot cease; for I perceive my food as the smell of a lion to be loathsome.
8
А҆́ще бо да́лъ бы, да прїи́детъ проше́нїе моѐ, и҆ наде́ждꙋ мою̀ да́лъ бы гдⷭ҇ь.
8
For oh that he would grant my desire, and my petition might come, and the Lord would grant my hope!
9
Наче́нъ гдⷭ҇ь да оу҆ѧзвлѧ́етъ мѧ̀, до конца́ же да не оу҆бїе́тъ мѧ̀.
9
Let the Lord begin and wound me, but let him not utterly destroy me.
10
Бꙋ́ди же мѝ гра́дъ гро́бъ, на є҆гѡ́же стѣна́хъ скака́хъ въ не́мъ: не пощажꙋ̀: не солга́хъ бо во словесѣ́хъ ст҃ы́хъ бг҃а моегѡ̀.
10
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.
11
Ка́ѧ бо крѣ́пость моѧ̀, ꙗ҆́кѡ терплю̀; и҆лѝ ко́е мѝ вре́мѧ, ꙗ҆́кѡ терпи́тъ моѧ̀ дꙋша̀;
11
For what is my strength, that I continue? what is my time, that my soul endures?
12
є҆да̀ крѣ́пость ка́менїѧ крѣ́пость моѧ̀; и҆лѝ плѡ́ти моѧ̑ сꙋ́ть мѣ̑дѧны;
12
Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
13
и҆лѝ не оу҆пова́хъ на него̀; по́мощь же ѿ менє̀ ѿстꙋпѝ,
13
Or have I not trusted in him? but help is far from me.
14
ѿрече́сѧ ѿ менє̀ ми́лость, посѣще́нїе же гдⷭ҇не презрѣ́ мѧ.
14
Mercy has rejected me; and the visitation of the Lord has disregarded me.
15
Не воззрѣ́ша на мѧ̀ бли́жнїи моѝ: ꙗ҆́коже пото́къ ѡ҆скꙋдѣва́ѧй, и҆лѝ ꙗ҆́коже вѡ́лны преидо́ша мѧ̀:
15
My nearest relations have not regarded me; they have passed me by like a failing brook, or like a wave.
16
и҆̀же менє̀ боѧ́хꙋсѧ, нн҃ѣ нападо́ша на мѧ̀:
16
They who used to reverence me, now have come against me like snow or congealed ice.
17
ꙗ҆́коже снѣ́гъ и҆лѝ ле́дъ сме́рзлый, є҆гда̀ и҆ста́етъ теплотѣ̀ бы́вшей, не ктомꙋ̀ познава́етсѧ, что̀ бѣ̀:
17
When it has melted at the approach of heat, it is not known what it was.
18
та́кѡ и҆ а҆́зъ ѡ҆ста́вленъ є҆́смь ѿ всѣ́хъ, погибо́хъ же и҆ бездо́мокъ бы́хъ:
18
Thus I also have been deserted of all; and I am ruined, and become an outcast.
19
ви́дите пꙋти̑ ѳема̑нскїѧ, на стєзѝ савѡ̑нскїѧ смотрѧ́щїи,
19
Behold the ways of the Thæmanites, ye that mark the paths of the Sabæans.
20
и҆ стꙋда̀ и҆спо́лнени бꙋ́дꙋтъ на гра́ды и҆ на и҆мѣ̑нїѧ надѣ́ющїисѧ.
20
They too that trust in cities and riches shall come to shame.
21
Нн҃ѣ же и҆ вы̀ наидо́сте на мѧ̀ неми́лостивнѡ: оу҆̀бо ви́дѣвше мо́й стрꙋ́пъ оу҆бо́йтесѧ.
21
But ye also have come to me without pity; so that beholding my wound ye are afraid.
22
Что́ бо; є҆да̀ что̀ оу҆ ва́съ проси́хъ, и҆лѝ ва́шеѧ крѣ́пости тре́бꙋю,
22
What? have I made any demand of you? or do I ask for strength from you,
23
да спасе́те мѧ̀ ѿ врагѡ́въ, и҆лѝ и҆з̾ рꙋкѝ си́льныхъ и҆зба́вите мѧ̀;
23
to deliver me from enemies, or to rescue me from the hand of the mighty ones?
24
Наꙋчи́те мѧ̀, а҆́зъ же оу҆молчꙋ̀: а҆́ще что̀ погрѣши́хъ, скажи́те мѝ.
24
Teach ye me, and I will be silent: if in anything I have erred, tell me.
25
Но, ꙗ҆́коже мни́тсѧ, ѕла̑ (сꙋ́ть) мꙋ́жа и҆́стиннагѡ словеса̀, не ѿ ва́съ бо крѣ́пости прошꙋ̀:
25
But as it seems, the words of a true man are vain, because I do not ask strength of you.
26
нижѐ ѡ҆бличе́нїе ва́ше словесы̀ мѧ̀ оу҆толи́тъ, ниже́ бо вѣща́нїѧ ва́шегѡ слове́съ стерплю̀.
26
Neither will your reproof cause me to cease my words, for neither will I endure the sound of your speech.
27
Ѻ҆ба́че ꙗ҆́кѡ на си́ра напа́даете, наска́чете же на дрꙋ́га ва́шего.
27
Even because ye attack the fatherless, and insult your friend.
28
Нн҃ѣ же воззрѣ́въ на ли́ца ва̑ша, не солжꙋ̀.
28
But now, having looked upon your countenances, I will not lie.
29
Сѧ́дите нн҃ѣ, и҆ да не бꙋ́детъ непра́ведно, и҆ па́ки ко пра́ведномꙋ сни́дитесѧ.
29
Sit down now, and let there not be unrighteousness; and unite again with the just.
30
И҆́бо нѣ́сть въ ѧ҆зы́цѣ мое́мъ непра́вды, и҆ горта́нь мо́йне ра́зꙋмꙋ ли поꙋча́етсѧ;
30
For there is no injustice in my tongue; and does not my throat meditate understanding?