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| 1 κάμνων τῇ ψυχῇ μου στένων ἐπαφήσω ἐ{P'} αὐτὸν τὰ ῥήματά μου λαλήσω πικρίᾳ ψυχῆς μου συνεχόμενος 2 καὶ ἐρῶ πρὸς κύριον μή με ἀσεβεῖν δίδασκε καὶ διὰ τί με οὕτως ἔκρινας 3 ἦ καλόν σοι ἐὰν ἀδικήσω ὅτι ἀπείπω ἔργα χειρῶν σου βουλῇ δὲ ἀσεβῶν προσέσχες 4 ἦ ὥσπερ βροτὸς ὁρᾷ καθορᾷς ἢ καθὼς ὁρᾷ ἄνθρωπος βλέψῃ 5 ἦ ὁ βίος σου ἀνθρώπινός ἐστιν ἢ τὰ ἔτη σου ἀνδρός 6 ὅτι ἀνεζήτησας τὴν ἀνομίαν μου καὶ τὰς ἁμαρτίας μου ἐξιχνίασας 7 οἶδας γὰρ ὅτι οὐκ ἠσέβησα ἀλλὰ τίς ἐστιν ὁ ἐκ τῶν χειρῶν σου ἐξαιρούμενος | 1 Oh, I am weary of life; I will speak out, come what may; my soul is too embit-tered for silence. 2 I will protest against God’s sentence, demand to know why his judgement is so cruel. 3 Is it well done in thee to play the tyrant, to spurn me, the creature of thy own hands, to smile on the ill designs of the godless? 4 Are those eyes of thine human after all; is thy sight, too, blinded, like the sight of men? 5 Hast thou a mortal’s span of life, a destiny brief as ours, 6 that thou must search for faults in me, labour to convict me of wrong done, 7 when thou knowest full well that I am innocent, knowest that I am in thy power beyond hope of rescue? | 1 Tædet animam meam vitæ meæ; dimittam adversum me eloquium meum: loquar in amaritudine animæ meæ. Dicam Deo: Noli me condemnare; indica mihi cur me ita judices. Numquid bonum tibi videtur, si calumnieris me, et opprimas me opus manuum tuarum, et consilium impiorum adjuves? Numquid oculi carnei tibi sunt? aut sicut videt homo, et tu videbis? Numquid sicut dies hominis dies tui, et anni tui sicut humana sunt tempora, ut quæras iniquitatem meam, et peccatum meum scruteris, et scias quia nihil impium fecerim, cum sit nemo qui de manu tua possit eruere? |
| 8 αἱ χεῖρές σου ἔπλασάν με καὶ ἐποίησάν με μετὰ ταῦτα μεταβαλών με ἔπαισας 9 μνήσθητι ὅτι πηλόν με ἔπλασας εἰς δὲ γῆν με πάλιν ἀποστρέφεις 10 ἦ οὐχ ὥσπερ γάλα με ἤμελξας ἐτύρωσας δέ με ἴσα τυρῷ 11 δέρμα καὶ κρέας με ἐνέδυσας ὀστέοις δὲ καὶ νεύροις με ἐνεῖρας 12 ζωὴν δὲ καὶ ἔλεος ἔθου πα{R'} ἐμοί ἡ δὲ ἐπισκοπή σου ἐφύλαξέν μου τὸ πνεῦμα 13 ταῦτα ἔχων ἐν σεαυτῷ οἶδα ὅτι πάντα δύνασαι ἀδυνατεῖ δέ σοι οὐθέν 14 ἐάν τε γὰρ ἁμάρτω φυλάσσεις με ἀπὸ δὲ ἀνομίας οὐκ ἀθῷόν με πεποίηκας 15 ἐάν τε γὰρ ἀσεβὴς ὦ οἴμμοι ἐάν τε ὦ δίκαιος οὐ δύναμαι ἀνακύψαι πλήρης γὰρ ἀτιμίας εἰμί 16 ἀγρεύομαι γὰρ ὥσπερ λέων εἰς σφαγήν πάλιν δὲ μεταβαλὼν δεινῶς με ὀλέκεις 17 ἐπανακαινίζων ἐ{P'} ἐμὲ τὴν ἔτασίν μου ὀργῇ δὲ μεγάλῃ μοι ἐχρήσω ἐπήγαγες δὲ ἐ{P'} ἐμὲ πειρατήρια | 8 It was thy hand that made me, no part of me but is thy fashioning; and wilt thou cast me aside all in a moment? 9 Thou the craftsman, though of clay thy handiwork, and must all be ground to dust again? 10 Milk of thy milking, cheese of thy pressing, 11 were flesh and skin that clothed me, bone and sinew that built up my frame; 12 the life given by thee, by thee was spared; thy vigilance was all my safety. 13 Only in thy heart the memory of this is stored, but I know thou hast not forgotten. 14 And was it thy purpose to spare me for a little, if I sinned, but absolve me never? 15 Woe to me, if I rebelled against thee! And if I remained innocent, what then? Why, I would be drowned in misery and despair till I could lift up my head no more! 16 Or if I did, that were pride in me, to be hunted down as a lioness is hunted; thou wouldst devise fresh miracles of torment; 17 wouldst bring fresh witnesses against me, redouble thy avenging strokes, array against me a new host of punishments. | 8 Manus tuæ fecerunt me, et plasmaverunt me totum in circuitu: et sic repente præcipitas me? Memento, quæso, quod sicut lutum feceris me, et in pulverem reduces me. Nonne sicut lac mulsisti me, et sicut caseum me coagulasti? Pelle et carnibus vestisti me; ossibus et nervis compegisti me. Vitam et misericordiam tribuisti mihi, et visitatio tua custodivit spiritum meum. Licet hæc celes in corde tuo, tamen scio quia universorum memineris. Si peccavi, et ad horam pepercisti mihi, cur ab iniquitate mea mundum me esse non pateris? Et si impius fuero, væ mihi est; et si justus, non levabo caput, saturatus afflictione et miseria. Et propter superbiam quasi leænam capies me, reversusque mirabiliter me crucias. Instauras testes tuos contra me, et multiplicas iram tuam adversum me, et pœnæ militant in me. |
| 18 ἵνα τί οὖν ἐκ κοιλίας με ἐξήγαγες καὶ οὐκ ἀπέθανον ὀφθαλμὸς δέ με οὐκ εἶδεν 19 καὶ ὥσπερ οὐκ ὢν ἐγενόμην διὰ τί γὰρ ἐκ γαστρὸς εἰς μνῆμα οὐκ ἀπηλλάγην 20 ἦ οὐκ ὀλίγος ἐστὶν ὁ χρόνος τοῦ βίου μου ἔασόν με ἀναπαύσασθαι μικρὸν 21 πρὸ τοῦ με πορευθῆναι ὅθεν οὐκ ἀναστρέψω εἰς γῆν σκοτεινὴν καὶ γνοφεράν 22 εἰς γῆν σκότους αἰωνίου οὗ οὐκ ἔστιν φέγγος οὐδὲ ὁρᾶν ζωὴν βροτῶν | 18 Why didst thou ever take me from the womb; why could I not perish there, never to meet men’s eyes; 19 a being without being, carried from womb to tomb? 20 Brief, brief is my span of days; for a little leave me to myself, to find some comfort in my misery. 21 Soon I must go to a land whence there is no returning, a land of darkness, death’s shadow over it; 22 a land of gloomy night, where death’s shadow lies over all, and no peace haunts it, only everlasting dread. | 18 Quare de vulva eduxisti me? qui utinam consumptus essem, ne oculus me videret. Fuissem quasi non essem, de utero translatus ad tumulum. Numquid non paucitas dierum meorum finietur brevi? dimitte ergo me, ut plangam paululum dolorem meum, antequam vadam, et non revertar, ad terram tenebrosam, et opertam mortis caligine: terram miseriæ et tenebrarum, ubi umbra mortis et nullus ordo, sed sempiternus horror inhabitat. |
Knox Translation Copyright © 2013 Westminster Diocese
Nihil Obstat. Father Anton Cowan, Censor.
Imprimatur. +Most Rev. Vincent Nichols, Archbishop of Westminster. 8th January 2012.
Re-typeset and published in 2012 by Baronius Press Ltd
