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Chapter 16
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Главa ѕ7i
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| But Job answered and said, | Tвэщaвъ же јwвъ, речE: |
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| I have heard many such things: poor comforters are ye all. | слhшахъ сицєвaz мнHга, ўтёшителіе ѕHлъ вси2. |
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| What! is there any reason in vain words? or what will hinder thee from answering? | Чт0 бо; є3дA чи1нъ є4сть во словесёхъ вётра; и3ли2 кyю ти2 пaкость сотвори1тъ, ћкw tвэщaеши; |
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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. | И# ѓзъ ћкоже вы2 возглаг0лю: ѓще бы душA вaша подлежaла вмёстw моеS, тогдA наскочи1лъ бhхъ на вы2 словесы2, покивaю же на вы2 глав0ю моeю. |
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| And would there were strength in my mouth, and I would not spare the movement of my lips. | Бyди же крёпость во ўстёхъ мои1хъ, движeніz же ўстeнъ не пощажY. |
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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? | Ѓще бо возглаг0лю, не возболю1 ли ћзвою; ѓще же и3 ўмолчY, чи1мъ мeнше ўsзвенъ бyду; |
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| But now he has made me weary, and a worn-out fool; and thou hast laid hold of me. | Нн7э же преутруждeна мS сотвори2, бyz, согни1вша, и3 ћтъ мS. |
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| My falsehood has become a testimony, and has risen up against me: it has confronted me to my face. | Въ послyшество бhхъ, и3 востA во мнЁ лжA моS, проти1внw лицY моемY tвэщA. |
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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. | Гнёвенъ бhвъ низложи1 мz, возскрежетA зубы2 на мS, стрёлы разб0йникwвъ є3гw2 напад0ша на мS. |
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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. | Nстрот0ю nчeсъ наскакA, мечeмъ порази1 мz въ колBна: вкyпэ же потек0ша на мS: |
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| For the Lord has delivered me into the hands of unrighteous men, and thrown me upon the ungodly. | предадe бо мS гDь въ рyки непрaведныхъ, нечести6вымъ же повeрже мS. |
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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. | Ми1рствующа разсhпа мS, взsвъ мS за власы2 њборвA, постaви мS ѓки примёту. |
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| They surrounded me with spears, aiming at my reins: without sparing me they poured out my gall upon the ground. | Њбыд0ша мS к0піzми бодyще во и3стeсы мо‰, не щадsще: и3зліsша на зeмлю жeлчь мою2, |
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| They overthrew me with fall upon fall: they ran upon me in their might. | низложи1ша мS трyпъ на трyпъ, тек0ша ко мнЁ могyщіи, |
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| They sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and my strength has been spent on the ground. | врeтище соши1ша на к0жу мою2, и3 м0щь моS на земли2 ўгасE. |
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| My belly has been parched with wailing, and darkness is on my eyelids. | Чрeво моE сгорЁ t плaча, на вёждахъ же мои1хъ стёнь смeртнаz, |
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| Yet there was no injustice in my hands, and my prayer is pure. | непрaведно же ни є3ди1но бЁ въ рукY моє1ю: моли1тва же моS чистA. |
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| Earth, cover not over the blood of my flesh, and let my cry have no place. | ЗемлE, да не покрhеши над8 кр0вію пл0ти моеS, нижE да бyдетъ мёсто в0плю моемY. |
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| And now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my advocate is on high. | И# нн7э сE, на нб7сёхъ п0слухъ м0й, свидётель же ми2 во вhшнихъ. |
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| Let my supplication come to the Lord, and let mine eye weep before him. | Да пріи1детъ моS мольбA ко гDу, пред8 ни1мже да кaплетъ џко моE. |
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| Oh that a man might plead before the Lord, even as the son of man with his neighbour! | Бyди же њбличeніе мyжу пред8 гDемъ, и3 сhну человёческому ко бли1жнему є3гw2. |
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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. | ЛBта же и3зочтє1наz пріид0ша, и3 путeмъ, и4мже не возвращyсz, пойдY. |
