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Chapter 17
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Глава́ з҃і
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I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain it not.
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Тлѣ́ю дꙋ́хомъ носи́мь, прошꙋ́ же гро́ба и҆ не оу҆лꙋча́ю.
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Weary I intreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.
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Молю̀ болѣ́знꙋѧ, и҆ что̀ сотворю̀; оу҆крадо́ша же мѝ и҆мѣ́нїе чꙋжді́и.
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Who is this? let him join hands with me.
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Кто́ є҆сть се́й; рꙋко́ю мое́ю свѧ́занъ да бꙋ́детъ.
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For thou hast hid their heart from wisdom; therefore thou shalt not exalt them.
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Ꙗ҆́кѡ се́рдце и҆́хъ сокры́лъ є҆сѝ ѿ мꙋ́дрости, сегѡ̀ ра́ди да не вознесе́ши и҆́хъ.
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He shall promise mischief to his companions: but their eyes have failed for their children.
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Ча́сти возвѣсти́тъ ѕлѡ́бы: ѻ҆́чи же на сынѣ́хъ и҆ста́ѧста.
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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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Положи́лъ же мѧ̀ є҆сѝ въ при́тчꙋ во ꙗ҆зы́цѣхъ, смѣ́хъ же бы́хъ и҆̀мъ.
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For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.
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Ѡ҆слѣпо́ста бо ѿ гнѣ́ва ѻ҆́чи моѝ, повоева́нъ бы́хъ вельмѝ ѿ всѣ́хъ:
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Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.
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чꙋ́до ѡ҆б̾ѧ̀ и҆́стинныхъ ѡ҆ се́мъ, пра́ведникъ же на беззако́нника да воста́нетъ:
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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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да содержи́тъ же вѣ́рный пꙋ́ть сво́й, чи́стый же рꙋка́ма да прїи́метъ де́рзость.
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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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Но ѻ҆ба́че всѝ належи́те и҆ прїиди́те, не бо̀ ѡ҆брѣта́ю въ ва́съ и҆́стины.
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My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.
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Дні́е моѝ преидо́ша въ тече́нїи, расторго́шасѧ же оу҆́дове се́рдца моегѡ̀.
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I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
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Но́щь въ де́нь преложи́хъ: свѣ́тъ бли́з̾ ѿ лица̀ тмы̀.
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For if I remain, Hades is my habitation: and my bed has been made in darkness.
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А҆́ще бо стерплю̀, а҆́дъ мѝ є҆́сть до́мъ, въ сꙋмра́цѣ же постла́сѧ мѝ посте́лѧ.
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I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption to be my mother and sister.
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Сме́рть назва́хъ ѻ҆тца̀ моего̀ бы́ти, ма́терь же и҆ сестрꙋ́ ми гно́й.
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Where then is yet my hope? or where shall I see my good?
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Гдѣ̀ оу҆́бѡ є҆щѐ є҆́сть мѝ наде́жда, и҆лѝ блага̑ѧ моѧ̑ оу҆зрю̀;
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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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и҆лѝ со мно́ю во а҆́дъ сни́дꙋтъ, и҆лѝ вкꙋ́пѣ въ пе́рсть сни́демъ.
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