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Chapter 19
English (Brenton–Byzantine)
Острозька Біблія, 1581р.
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Then Job answered and said,
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Отвњща' же і%ѓвъ и^ рече.
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How long will ye vex my soul, and destroy me with words? only know that the Lord has dealt with me thus.
Ye speak against me; ye do not feel for me, but bear hard upon me.
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тя'жњте м^я, не стыдя'щися нале'жите м^и.
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Yea verily, I have erred in truth, (but the error abides with myself) in having spoken words which it was not right to speak; and my words err, and are unseasonable.
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и^ ё'бо въи'стиннђ а^ꙁъ прельсти'хся, ё^ мене' же не въдворя'ется лестець, гл~ти сло'во мое е^же не подоба'етъ. словеса' же моя съблажня'ются и^ не въ вре'мя.
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But alas! for ye magnify yourselves against me, and insult me with reproach.
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ѓ^стани же ја%ко на мя велича'етеся. наскака'ете же м^и словесы поно'сными.
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Know then that it is the Lord that has troubled me, and has raised his bulwark against me.
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раꙁђмњ'ите ё^бо ја%ко г~ь е^сть мои, ё^тверже'нїе свое на мя въꙁнесе`.
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Behold, I laugh at reproach; I will not speak: or I will cry out, but there is nowhere judgment.
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с^е смњхъ поноше'нїя не възъгл~ю, и^ възопїю и^ нигдњ же сђдъ.
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I am fenced round about, and can by no means escape: he has set darkness before my face.
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ѓ%крsтъ ѓ^граждеn е^смь, и^ не и%мамъ минђти. преD лицем# же мои^мъ тмђ` положи`,
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And he has stripped me of my glory, and has taken the crown from my head.
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сла'вђ же ѓ^ мн^њ съвлече, эTя'т# же вњнець эT главы` моеа.
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He has torn me round about, and I am gone: and he has cut off my hope like a tree.
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разᲄерза' же м^я ѓ%крsтъ и^ эTи^доX, посњче' же ја^ко дре'во надежDђ мою`.
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And he has dreadfully handled me in anger, and has counted me for an enemy.
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лю'тњ гнњвоM сътвори` м^и и^мᲇ же м^я ја^ко вра'га.
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His troops also came upon me with one accord, liers in wait compassed my ways.
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въкђпњ прїидо'ша и^скђше'нїя е^го на' мя, на пђтехъ же мои^хъ ѓ^быидо'ша м^я преDсњдя'щеи.
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My brethren have stood aloof from me; they have recognised strangers rather than me: and my friends have become pitiless.