| 7 ἠπάτησάς με κύριε καὶ ἠπατήθην ἐκράτησας καὶ ἠδυνάσθης ἐγενόμην εἰς γέλωτα πᾶσαν ἡμέραν διετέλεσα μυκτηριζόμενος 8 ὅτι πικρῷ λόγῳ μου γελάσομαι ἀθεσίαν καὶ ταλαιπωρίαν ἐπικαλέσομαι ὅτι ἐγενήθη λόγος κυρίου εἰς ὀνειδισμὸν ἐμοὶ καὶ εἰς χλευασμὸν πᾶσαν ἡμέραν μου 9 καὶ εἶπα οὐ μὴ ὀνομάσω τὸ ὄνομα κυρίου καὶ οὐ μὴ λαλήσω ἔτι ἐπὶ τῷ ὀνόματι αὐτοῦ καὶ ἐγένετο ὡς πῦρ καιόμενον φλέγον ἐν τοῖς ὀστέοις μου καὶ παρεῖμαι πάντοθεν καὶ οὐ δύναμαι φέρειν 10 ὅτι ἤκουσα ψόγον πολλῶν συναθροιζομένων κυκλόθεν ἐπισύστητε καὶ ἐπισυστῶμεν αὐτῷ πάντες ἄνδρες φίλοι αὐτοῦ τηρήσατε τὴν ἐπίνοιαν αὐτοῦ εἰ ἀπατηθήσεται καὶ δυνησόμεθα αὐτῷ καὶ λημψόμεθα τὴν ἐκδίκησιν ἡμῶν ἐξ αὐτοῦ 11 καὶ κύριος με{T'} ἐμοῦ καθὼς μαχητὴς ἰσχύων διὰ τοῦτο ἐδίωξαν καὶ νοῆσαι οὐκ ἠδύναντο ᾐσχύνθησαν σφόδρα ὅτι οὐκ ἐνόησαν ἀτιμίας αὐτῶν αἳ δ{I'} αἰῶνος οὐκ ἐπιλησθήσονται 12 κύριε δοκιμάζων δίκαια συνίων νεφροὺς καὶ καρδίας ἴδοιμι τὴν παρὰ σοῦ ἐκδίκησιν ἐν αὐτοῖς ὅτι πρὸς σὲ ἀπεκάλυψα τὰ ἀπολογήματά μου 13 ᾄσατε τῷ κυρίῳ αἰνέσατε αὐτῷ ὅτι ἐξείλατο ψυχὴν πένητος ἐκ χειρὸς πονηρευομένων |
7 Lord, thou hast sent me on a fool’s errand; if I played a fool’s part, a strength greater than mine overmastered me; morn to night, what a laughing-stock am I, every man’s nay-word! 8 Long have I prophesied, and still I clamoured against men’s wickedness, and still cried ruin; day in, day out, nothing it earns me, this divine spokesmanship, but reproach and mockery. 9 Did I essay to put the Lord out of my thoughts, and speak no more in his name, all at once it seemed as though a raging fire were locked in my bosom, pierced my whole frame, till I was worn out with it, and could bear no more. 10 For me, danger everywhere; so many crying, Denounce him, and that contemptuous cry echoed by all the companions I trusted, ever at my side: Denounce him we will; he may be fooled yet! Then we can overmaster him, and take our vengeance! 11 But the Lord stands at my side, a strong champion; fall and fail they must, my persecutors, and be disappointed of their hopes; fools, that cannot foresee shame eternal, shame indelible, awaiting them! 12 But thou, Lord of hosts, true judge that canst read the inmost thoughts of man’s heart, let me live to see thee punish them; to thee I have made my plea known.[1] 13 Sing to the Lord yet, praise the Lord yet; he does not leave a defenceless life at the mercy of the wicked. |
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Seduxisti me, Domine, et seductus sum:
fortior me fuisti, et invaluisti:
factus sum in derisum tota die;
omnes subsannant me. 8
Quia jam olim loquor,
vociferans iniquitatem, et vastitatem clamito:
et factus est mihi sermo Domini in opprobrium,
et in derisum tota die. 9
Et dixi: Non recordabor ejus,
neque loquar ultra in nomine illius:
et factus est in corde meo quasi ignis exæstuans,
claususque in ossibus meis,
et defeci, ferre non sustinens. 10
Audivi enim contumelias multorum,
et terrorem in circuitu:
Persequimini, et persequamur eum,
ab omnibus viris qui erant pacifici mei,
et custodientes latus meum:
si quomodo decipiatur, et prævaleamus adversus eum,
et consequamur ultionem ex eo. 11
Dominus autem mecum est, quasi bellator fortis:
idcirco qui persequuntur me cadent,
et infirmi erunt:
confundentur vehementer,
quia non intellexerunt opprobrium sempiternum,
quod numquam delebitur. 12
Et tu, Domine exercituum, probator justi,
qui vides renes et cor,
videam, quæso, ultionem tuam ex eis:
tibi enim revelavi causam meam. 13
Cantate Domino,
laudate Dominum,
quia liberavit animam pauperis de manu malorum. |