| 13 αὕτη ἡ μερὶς ἀνθρώπου ἀσεβοῦς παρὰ κυρίου κτῆμα δὲ δυναστῶν ἐλεύσεται παρὰ παντοκράτορος ἐ{P'} αὐτούς 14 ἐὰν δὲ πολλοὶ γένωνται οἱ υἱοὶ αὐτοῦ εἰς σφαγὴν ἔσονται ἐὰν δὲ καὶ ἀνδρωθῶσιν προσαιτήσουσιν 15 οἱ δὲ περιόντες αὐτοῦ ἐν θανάτῳ τελευτήσουσιν χήρας δὲ αὐτῶν οὐθεὶς ἐλεήσει 16 ἐὰν συναγάγῃ ὥσπερ γῆν ἀργύριον ἴσα δὲ πηλῷ ἑτοιμάσῃ χρυσίον 17 ταῦτα πάντα δίκαιοι περιποιήσονται τὰ δὲ χρήματα αὐτοῦ ἀληθινοὶ καθέξουσιν 18 ἀπέβη δὲ ὁ οἶκος αὐτοῦ ὥσπερ σῆτες καὶ ὥσπερ ἀράχνη 19 πλούσιος κοιμηθεὶς καὶ οὐ προσθήσει ὀφθαλμοὺς αὐτοῦ διήνοιξεν καὶ οὐκ ἔστιν 20 συνήντησαν αὐτῷ ὥσπερ ὕδωρ αἱ ὀδύναι νυκτὶ δὲ ὑφείλατο αὐτὸν γνόφος 21 ἀναλήμψεται αὐτὸν καύσων καὶ ἀπελεύσεται καὶ λικμήσει αὐτὸν ἐκ τοῦ τόπου αὐτοῦ 22 καὶ ἐπιρρίψει ἐ{P'} αὐτὸν καὶ οὐ φείσεται ἐκ χειρὸς αὐτοῦ φυγῇ φεύξεται 23 κροτήσει ἐ{P'} αὐτοῦ χεῖρας αὐτοῦ καὶ συριεῖ αὐτὸν ἐκ τοῦ τόπου αὐτοῦ |
13 What spoil, after all, does God grant to the wicked? From his almighty hand, what abiding possession does the man of violence receive? 14 Sons beget he never so many, what avails it, when the sword overtakes them, and their children in turn must go wanting bread, 15 when the plague gives all the rest of his line their burial, and never a widow to bemoan them? 16 What avails it, to heap up silver like the sand, buy fine clothes, too, and think such treasures cheap as dirt, 17 if more upright men than he, more innocent than he, must have the wearing of those clothes, share out that silver at last? 18 Light as the moth he builds; not so frail a shelter the vineyard-watcher weaves about him. 19 Rich he is laid to rest, but nothing takes with him; rich he shall wake no more.[3] 20 Helpless in the flood, driven in darkness by the storm, 21 carried off, as if sirocco or whirlwind had swept him away, 22 he is routed before the pitiless onslaught, 23 hands clapped in triumph, tongues hissing in derision as he goes.) |
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Hæc est pars hominis impii apud Deum,
et hæreditas violentorum, quam ob Omnipotente suscipient. 14
Si multiplicati fuerint filii ejus, in gladio erunt,
et nepotes ejus non saturabuntur pane: 15
qui reliqui fuerint ex eo sepelientur in interitu,
et viduæ illius non plorabunt. 16
Si comportaverit quasi terram argentum,
et sicut lutum præparaverit vestimenta: 17
præparabit quidem, sed justus vestietur illis,
et argentum innocens dividet. 18
Ædificavit sicut tinea domum suam,
et sicut custos fecit umbraculum. 19
Dives, cum dormierit, nihil secum auferet:
aperiet oculos suos, et nihil inveniet. 20
Apprehendet eum quasi aqua inopia:
nocte opprimet eum tempestas. 21
Tollet eum ventus urens, et auferet,
et velut turbo rapiet eum de loco suo. 22
Et mittet super eum, et non parcet:
de manu ejus fugiens fugiet. 23
Stringet super eum manus suas,
et sibilabit super illum, intuens locum ejus. |