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After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed his day,

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Посе́мъ ѿве́рзе і҆́ѡвъ оу҆ста̀ своѧ̑ и҆ проклѧ̀ де́нь сво́й,

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saying,

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глаго́лѧ:

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Let the day perish in which I was born, and that night in which they said, Behold a man-child!

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да поги́бнетъ де́нь, въ ѻ҆́ньже роди́хсѧ, и҆ но́щь ѻ҆́наѧ, въ ню́же рѣ́ша: сѐ, мꙋ́жескъ по́лъ:

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Let that night be darkness, and let not the Lord regard it from above, neither let light come upon it.

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та̀ но́щь бꙋ́ди тма̀, и҆ да не взы́щетъ є҆ѧ̀ гдⷭ҇ь свы́ше, нижѐ да прїи́детъ на ню̀ свѣ́тъ,

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But let darkness and the shadow of death seize it; let blackness come upon it;

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и҆ да прїи́метъ ю҆̀ тма̀ и҆ сѣ́нь сме́ртнаѧ, да прїи́детъ на ню̀ сꙋмра́къ: про́клѧтъ бꙋ́ди де́нь то́й

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let that day and night be cursed, let darkness carry them away; let it not come into the days of the year, neither let it be numbered with the days of the months.

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и҆ но́щь ѻ҆́наѧ: да пости́гнетъ ю҆̀ тма̀, да не бꙋ́детъ во дне́хъ лѣ́та, нижѐ да вчи́слитсѧ во дне́хъ мцⷭ҇ей:

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But let that night be pain, and let not mirth come upon it, nor joy.

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но но́щь ѻ҆́наѧ да бꙋ́детъ болѣ́знь, и҆ да не прїи́детъ на ню̀ весе́лїе и҆ ра́дость,

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But let him that curses that day curse it, even he that is ready to attack the great whale.

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но да проклене́тъ ю҆̀ проклина́ѧй то́й де́нь, и҆́же и҆́мать ѡ҆долѣ́ти вели́каго ки́та:

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Let the stars of that night be darkened; let it remain dark, and not come into light; and let it not see the morning star arise:

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да поме́ркнꙋтъ ѕвѣ́зды тоѧ̀ но́щи, да ѡ҆жида́етъ и҆ на свѣ́тъ да не прїи́детъ, и҆ да не ви́дитъ денни́цы возсїѧва́ющїѧ,

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because it shut not up the gates of my mother's womb, for so it would have removed sorrow from my eyes.

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ꙗ҆́кѡ не затворѝ вра́тъ чре́ва ма́тере моеѧ̀: ѿѧ́ла бо бы̀ болѣ́знь ѿ ѻ҆́чїю моє́ю:

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For why died I not in the belly? and why did I not come forth from the womb and die immediately?

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почто́ бо во оу҆тро́бѣ не оу҆мро́хъ; и҆з̾ чре́ва же и҆зше́дъ, и҆ а҆́бїе не погибо́хъ;

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And why did the knees support me? and why did I suck the breasts?

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почто́ же мѧ̀ прїѧ́ша на кѡлѣ́на; почто́ же сса́хъ сосца̑;

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Now I should have lain down and been quiet, I should have slept and been at rest,

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нн҃ѣ оу҆́бѡ оу҆снꙋ́въ оу҆молча́лъ бы́хъ, оу҆снꙋ́въ же почи́лъ бы́хъ

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with kings and councillors of the earth, who gloried in their swords;

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со царьмѝ и҆ совѣ̑тники землѝ, и҆̀же хвалѧ́хꙋсѧ ѻ҆рꙋ̑жїи,

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or with rulers, whose gold was abundant, who filled their houses with silver:

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и҆лѝ со кнѧ̑зи, и҆̀мже мно́гѡ зла́та, и҆̀же напо́лниша до́мы своѧ̑ сребра̀,

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or I should have been as an untimely birth proceeding from his mother's womb, or as infants who never saw light.

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и҆лѝ ꙗ҆́коже и҆́звергъ и҆зла́зѧй и҆з̾ ложе́снъ ма́тернихъ, и҆лѝ ꙗ҆́коже младе́нцы, и҆̀же не ви́дѣша свѣ́та:

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There the ungodly have burnt out the fury of rage; there the wearied in body rest.

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та́мѡ нечести́вїи оу҆толи́ша ꙗ҆́рость гнѣ́ва, та́мѡ почи́ша претрꙋжде́ннїи тѣ́ломъ,

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And the men of old time have together ceased to hear the exactor's voice.

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вкꙋ́пѣ же въ вѣ́цѣ се́мъ бы́вшїи не слы́шатъ гла́са собира́ющагѡ да́нь:

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The small and great are there, and the servant that feared his lord.

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ма́лъ и҆ вели́къ та́мѡ є҆́сть, и҆ ра́бъ не боѧ́йсѧ господи́на своегѡ̀:

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For why is light given to those who are in bitterness, and life to the souls which are in griefs?

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почто́ бо да́нъ є҆́сть сꙋ́щымъ въ го́рести свѣ́тъ и҆ сꙋ́щымъ въ болѣ́знехъ дꙋша́мъ живо́тъ,

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who desire death, and obtain it not, digging for it as for treasures;

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и҆̀же жела́ютъ сме́рти и҆ не полꙋча́ютъ, и҆́щꙋще ꙗ҆́коже сокро́вища,

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and would be very joyful if they should gain it?

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ѡ҆бра́довани же быва́ютъ, а҆́ще оу҆лꙋча́тъ (сме́рть);

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Death is rest to such a man, for God has hedged him in.

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сме́рть бо мꙋ́жꙋ поко́й, є҆гѡ́же пꙋ́ть сокрове́нъ є҆́сть, затвори́ бо бг҃ъ ѡ҆́крестъ є҆гѡ̀:

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For my groaning comes before my food, and I weep being beset with terror.

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пре́жде бо бра́шенъ мои́хъ воздыха́нїе мѝ прихо́дитъ, слезю́ же а҆́зъ ѡ҆держи́мь стра́хомъ,

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For the terror of which I meditated has come upon me, and that which I had feared has befallen me.

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стра́хъ бо, є҆гѡ́же оу҆жаса́хсѧ, прїи́де мѝ, и҆ є҆гѡ́же боѧ́хсѧ, срѣ́те мѧ̀:

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I was not at peace, nor quiet, nor had I rest; yet wrath came upon me.

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ни оу҆мири́хсѧ, нижѐ оу҆молча́хъ, нижѐ почи́хъ, и҆ на́йде мѝ гнѣ́въ.