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Папір A4, книжкова орієнтація, поля «Немає», без колонтитулів, масштаб 100%. Сторінки йдуть підряд. Для двостороннього друку виберіть переворот по довгому краю.
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I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain it not.
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ΟΛΕΚΟΜΑΙ πνεύματι φερόμενος, δέομαι δὲ ταφῆς καὶ οὐ τυγχάνω.
2
Weary I intreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.
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λίσσομαι κάμνων, καὶ τί ποιήσας;
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Who is this? let him join hands with me.
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ἔκλεψαν δέ μου τὰ ὑπάρχοντα ἀλλότριοι. τίς ἐστιν οὗτος; τῇ χειρί μου συνδεθήτω.
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For thou hast hid their heart from wisdom; therefore thou shalt not exalt them.
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ὅτι καρδίαν αὐτῶν ἔκρυψας ἀπὸ φρονήσεως, διὰ τοῦτο οὐ μὴ ὑψώσῃς αὐτούς.
5
He shall promise mischief to his companions: but their eyes have failed for their children.
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τῇ μερίδι ἀναγγελεῖ κακίας, ὀφθαλμοὶ δὲ ἐφ᾿ υἱοῖς ἐτάκησαν.
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But thou hast made me a byword among the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.
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ἔθου δέ με θρύλημα ἐν ἔθνεσι, γέλως δὲ αὐτοῖς ἀπέβην·
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For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.
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πεπώρωνται γὰρ ἀπὸ ὀργῆς οἱ ὀφθαλμοί μου, πεπολιόρκημαι μεγάλως ὑπὸ πάντων.
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Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.
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θαῦμα ἔσχεν ἀληθινοὺς ἐπὶ τούτῳ, δίκαιος δὲ ἐπὶ παρανόμῳ ἐπανασταίη·
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But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.
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σχοίη δὲ πιστὸς τὴν ἑαυτοῦ ὁδόν, καθαρὸς δὲ χεῖρας ἀναλάβοι θάρσος.
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Howbeit, do ye all strengthen yourselves and come now, for I do not find truth in you.
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οὐ μὴν δὲ ἀλλὰ πάντες ἐρείδετε, καὶ δεῦτε δή, οὐ γὰρ εὑρίσκω ἐν ὑμῖν ἀληθές.
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My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.
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αἱ ἡμέραι μου παρῆλθον ἐν βρόμῳ, ἐράγη δὲ τὰ ἄρθρα τῆς καρδίας μου.
12
I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
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νύκτα εἰς ἡμέραν ἔθηκα, φῶς ἐγγὺς ἀπὸ προσώπου σκότους·
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For if I remain, Hades is my habitation: and my bed has been made in darkness.
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ἐὰν γὰρ ὑπομείνω, ᾅδης μου ὁ οἶκος, ἐν δὲ γνόφῳ ἔστρωταί μου ἡ στρωμνή.
14
I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption to be my mother and sister.
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θάνατον ἐπεκαλεσάμην πατέρα μου εἶναι, μητέρα δέ μου καὶ ἀδελφὴν σαπρίαν.
15
Where then is yet my hope? or where shall I see my good?
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ποῦ οὖν μου ἔτι ἐστὶν ἡ ἐλπίς; ἦ τὰ ἀγαθά μου ὄψομαι;
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Will they go down with me to Hades, or shall we go down together to the tomb?
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ἦ μετ᾿ ἐμοῦ εἰς ᾅδην καταβήσομαι, ἢ ὁμοθυμαδὸν ἐπὶ χώματος καταβησόμεθα;