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Chapter 30
English (Brenton–Byzantine)
Острозька Біблія, 1581р.
1
But now the youngest have laughed me to scorn, now they reprove me in their turn, whose fathers I set at nought; whom I did not deem worthy to be with my shepherd dogs.
1
Нн~њ же порђга'ша ми ся мен#шины, нн~њ ё^ча'тъ м^я эT ча'сти, и^х#же похђляX эTц~а, и%х#же не сътвори'хъ досто'ины приѓ^бщи'тися мои^хъ чре'дъ”
2
Yea, why had I the strength of their hands? for them the full term of life was lost.
2
Крњпость бо рђ'къ иX вскђю мнњ`, на нихᲆ поги'бе сконча'нїе”
3
One is childless in want and famine, such as they that fled but lately the distress and misery of drought.
Who compass the salt places on the sounding shore, who had salt herbs for their food, and were dishonourable and of no repute, in want of every good thing; who also ate roots of trees by reason of great hunger.
But now I am their music, and they have me for a by-word.
9
нн~њ же гђсли е^смь аZ и^мъ, и^ мене въ пїе'нїе и^мђтъ”
10
And they stood aloof and abhorred me, and spared not to spit in my face.
10
ѓ^мраꙁи'ша м^я эTстђпльше дале'че, эT лица же мое^го не пощадњша плюнове'нїя.
11
For he has opened his quiver and afflicted me: they also have cast off the restraint of my presence.
11
эTвњзнђв# б^отђлъ свои ѓ^скръби м^я, и^ ё^зDђ лицђ мое^мђ и^спђсти”
12
They have risen up against me on the right hand of their offspring; they have stretched out their foot, and directed against me the ways of their destruction.
12
На деснаго эTраслю въста'ша, но'ѕᲇ же е^го простреT” и^ пђть сътвори на' мя сᲄеꙁя па'гђбы и^хъ,
13
My paths are ruined; for they have stripped off my raiment: he has shot at me with his weapons.
13
сътро'ша стезя` моя” Съвлеко'ша же м^и ѓ^де'ждђ,
14
And he has pleaded against me as he will: I am overwhelmed with pains.
14
стрњла'ми свои^ми ё^стрњли м^я” Сътвори м^и ја^коже въсхотњ. въ болњꙁнехъ смњри'хся, ѓ^браща'ют# же ми ся печа'ли”
15
My pains return upon me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my safety as a cloud.
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эTи^де ми наде'жда ја%коже вњтръ, и^ ја%ко ѓ%блакъ спsнїе мое”
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Even now my life shall be poured forth upon me; and days of anguish seize me.