| 12 εἰ δέ τι ῥῆμα ἀληθινὸν ἐγεγόνει ἐν λόγοις σου οὐθὲν ἄν σοι τούτων κακὸν ἀπήντησεν πότερον οὐ δέξεταί μου τὸ οὖς ἐξαίσια πα{R'} αὐτοῦ 13 φόβοι δὲ καὶ ἠχὼ νυκτερινή ἐπιπίπτων φόβος ἐ{P'} ἀνθρώπους 14 φρίκη δέ μοι συνήντησεν καὶ τρόμος καὶ μεγάλως μου τὰ ὀστᾶ συνέσεισεν 15 καὶ πνεῦμα ἐπὶ πρόσωπόν μου ἐπῆλθεν ἔφριξαν δέ μου τρίχες καὶ σάρκες 16 ἀνέστην καὶ οὐκ ἐπέγνων εἶδον καὶ οὐκ ἦν μορφὴ πρὸ ὀφθαλμῶν μου ἀλ{L'} ἢ αὔραν καὶ φωνὴν ἤκουον 17 τί γάρ μὴ καθαρὸς ἔσται βροτὸς ἐναντίον κυρίου ἢ ἀπὸ τῶν ἔργων αὐτοῦ ἄμεμπτος ἀνήρ 18 εἰ κατὰ παίδων αὐτοῦ οὐ πιστεύει κατὰ δὲ ἀγγέλων αὐτοῦ σκολιόν τι ἐπενόησεν 19 τοὺς δὲ κατοικοῦντας οἰκίας πηλίνας ἐξ ὧν καὶ αὐτοὶ ἐκ τοῦ αὐτοῦ πηλοῦ ἐσμεν ἔπαισεν αὐτοὺς σητὸς τρόπον 20 καὶ ἀπὸ πρωίθεν ἕως ἑσπέρας οὐκέτι εἰσίν παρὰ τὸ μὴ δύνασθαι αὐτοὺς ἑαυτοῖς βοηθῆσαι ἀπώλοντο 21 ἐνεφύσησεν γὰρ αὐτοῖς καὶ ἐξηράνθησαν ἀπώλοντο παρὰ τὸ μὴ ἔχειν αὐτοὺς σοφίαν |
12 Listen; here is a secret that was made known to me; it was but the breath of a whisper overheard. 13 It was the hour when night visions breed disquiet, as men lie chained by sleep; 14 fear took hold of me, a fit of trembling that thrilled my whole frame, 15 and made every hair bristle. All at once a spirit came beside me and stopped; there it stood, 16 no face I knew, yet I could see the form of it, and catch its voice, light as a rustling breeze. 17 Can man have right on his side, the voice asked, when he is matched with God? Can a mortal creature shew blameless in its Creator’s presence? 18 Nay, in his own retinue God finds loyalty wanting; angels may err. 19 What, then, of Man, earth-bound in his house of clay, eaten away by the moth of time? 20 What of Man, cut down between morn and eve, doomed to perish unregarded, 21 even the straggler marching on at last?[3] Will he not die before he learns wisdom? |
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Porro ad me dictum est verbum absconditum,
et quasi furtive suscepit auris mea venas susurri ejus. 13
In horrore visionis nocturnæ,
quando solet sopor occupare homines, 14
pavor tenuit me, et tremor,
et omnia ossa mea perterrita sunt; 15
et cum spiritus, me præsente, transiret,
inhorruerunt pili carnis meæ. 16
Stetit quidam, cujus non agnoscebam vultum,
imago coram oculis meis,
et vocem quasi auræ lenis audivi. 17
Numquid homo, Dei comparatione, justificabitur?
aut factore suo purior erit vir? 18
Ecce qui serviunt ei, non sunt stabiles,
et in angelis suis reperit pravitatem; 19
quanto magis hi qui habitant domos luteas,
qui terrenum habent fundamentum,
consumentur velut a tinea? 20
De mane usque ad vesperam succidentur;
et quia nullus intelligit, in æternum peribunt. 21
Qui autem reliqui fuerint, auferentur ex eis;
morientur, et non in sapientia. |