{"ps-tertullian-iona/1":{"o":"Post Sodomum et c Gomorum uiuentia funera in aeuum\net cinerum senio signata incendia poenae.\net frustra solis oculis nascentia poma.\net pariter facti mortem maris et salis illic:\nsi quis homo est poenam mutato corpore seruans:\npaene alios ignis superi decusserat imbres\nurbs. erat. (ut) iusti transgressio. Niniue dicta.\nnam quis subuersae mentis metus ? omnia uulgo\npoenarum documenta uacant. ubi possidet error.\nat bonus et nostri patiens et plectere serus\nomnipotens dominus nullam iaculabitur iram.\nni prius admoneat durataque pectora pulset,\npraesagos agitans augusta mente prophetas.\nnamque Niniuitum meritis mandarat Ionam\npraefari exitium dominus: sed conscius ille\nparcere subiectis et. dicta cedere poena\nshpplicibus facilisque bonis cessabat obire.\nne uanum caneret cessura pace minarum.\nmox fuga consilium: si qua est tamen ista facultas\neuitare deum dominique euadere dextram.\nqua subter totus trepidans conpescitur orbis.\nan ratio est. quod agit sancto de corde prophetes V\nLitoris in labio. portu celeberrima fido.\nurbs oras Cilicum contra libatur Ioppe.\ninde igitur Tarsos properus rate scandit Ionas :","t":"After Sodom and Gomorrah, living funerals for ever, and the burnings of punishment marked by the old age of their ashes, and fruits that grow there only for the eyes and in vain, and the death, alike, of sea and salt made there, and if there is any human being who, with changed body, keeps the punishment: a city had almost shaken out the other rains of fire from above, a city, as the transgression of the just [?], called Nineveh. For what fear has a mind overturned? All the lessons of punishment go for nothing among the crowd where error holds sway. But the good Lord almighty, patient with us and slow to strike, will hurl no anger without first warning and knocking at hardened hearts, stirring his foreseeing prophets with his majestic mind. For the Lord had commanded Jonah to foretell destruction to the Ninevites for their deserts. But he, knowing that God spares the submissive and that the threatened punishment gives way to suppliants, and that he is easily moved by the good, held back from going, lest he should proclaim something vain when peace made the threats give way. Soon he resolved on flight, if there is any such possibility of avoiding God and escaping the right hand of the Lord, beneath which the whole trembling world is held. Or is there reason in what the prophet does from his holy heart? On the lip of the shore, most famous for its safe harbour, the city of Joppa faces across toward the coasts of the Cilicians. From there, then, Jonah in haste boards a ship for Tarsus.","f":"Ps.-Tertullian, <i>Iona</i> 1 (CSEL 23:222lines 1–25; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/ps-tertullian-iona/1)."},"ps-tertullian-iona/26":{"o":"eiusdem fert acta deus; nec denique mirum,\nsi dominum in terris fugiens inuenit in undis.\nparuula nam subito maculauerat aera nubes.\nuellere sulpureo de semine conscia uenti.\npaulatimque globus pariter cum sole cohaesit\ndeceptumque diem caliginis agmine clusit.\nfit speculum caeli pelagus: niger ambitus undas,\ninficit. in tenebras ruit aether et mare surgit.\nnequiquam medios fluctus dum nubila tangunt.\ngloria uentorum quos omnis turbine miscet.\ndiuersus furor in profugum frendebat Ionam;\nuna ratis certamen erat caeloque fretoque.\ntunditur hinc illinc. tremit omnis silua sub ictu\nfluctifrago. subter concussa est spina carinae,\npalpitat antemna. stridens labor horret ab alto.\nipsa etiam infringi dubitans inflectitur arbor.\nnauticus interea gemitus uoxque omnia temptat\npro rate proque anima: spiras mandare morantes.\noblaqueare mitram. clauorum stringere nisus\natque reluctantes impellere pectore giros.\npars maris interni putidum graue odore uicissim\negerit. at rapiunt (pars) merces atque onus omne\npraecipitant certantque pericula uincere damnis.\nsunt miserae uoces ad singula fragmina ponti.\nexpanduntque manus nullorum ad numina diuum.","t":"… God brings about the acts of the same; nor, in the end, is it surprising if he who fled the Lord on land found him on the waves. For suddenly a little cloud had stained the air, aware of the wind from its sulphurous fleece, and little by little the mass gathered close against the sun and shut in the deceived day with a host of darkness. The sea becomes the mirror of the sky: a black rim stains the waves; the heaven rushes into darkness and the sea rises, while in vain the clouds touch the middle of the waves, the glory of the winds, which every one of them stirs up with its whirlwind. A varied fury raged against the fugitive Jonah; a single ship was the contest of sky and sea. It is pounded from this side and that; the whole forest of timbers trembles under the wave-breaking blow; beneath, the spine of the keel is shaken; the yard quivers; the creaking labour shudders from on high; the mast itself, uncertain whether it will break, bends. Meanwhile the groaning and the voice of the sailors try everything for the ship and for their lives: to secure the lingering coils, to bind the girdle-cable round, to grip the effort of the rudders and push against the resisting turns with their breasts. Some in turn bail out the foul water of the bilge, heavy with stench; but others seize the cargo and throw all the load overboard, and strive to overcome dangers by losses. There are wretched cries at every breaking of the sea, and they stretch out their hands to the powers of gods that are none.","f":"Ps.-Tertullian, <i>Iona</i> 26 (CSEL 23:222lines 26–50; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/ps-tertullian-iona/26)."},"ps-tertullian-iona/51":{"o":"quos maris et caeli uis non timet: haut minus illos\npuppibus abstrusos irato turbine mergunt.\nNescius haec reus ipse cauo sub fornice puppis\nstertens inflata resonabat nare soporem.\niam tunc in somno domini formando figuram.\nhunc simul undisequae cogit qui munia prorae.\npace soporatum placidaque quiete superbum\nincrepat inpulsans: .. Quid. ait, discrimine in isto\nsomnia more capis tantoque in turbine ponti\nsolus habes? en unda operit, spes unica diuum est.\ntu quoque, quisque tibi deus est, dic uota precesque\n[indigetans patrium supplex inflectito numen.] \"\nsic tum quis culpae propior, quis causa procellae.\ndiscere sorte placet. nec sors mentitur Ionam.\ntunc rogitant: \"Quis et unde hominum, quis denique rerum,\nquo populo, qua sede cluens?\" famulum ille fatetur\npraetimidum fidumque dei, qui sustulit alte\ncaelum, qui terram posuit quique aequora fudit;\nipsius [et sese profugum causasque reuelat.\nderiguere metu: \"Quid nos igitur tibi culpae?\nquid fore nunc, quonam placabimus aequora pacto ?\"\nnamque magis multoque magis freta saeua tumebant.\n[tunc domini uates ingestu spiritus infit:]\nEn ego tempestas, ego tota insania mundi;\nin me, inquit, uobis aether ruit et mare surgit;","t":"… those whom the force of sea and sky does not fear: no less do they sink them, hidden in the sterns, with angry whirlwind. Unaware of this, the guilty one himself, snoring under the hollow vault of the stern, sounded his sleep with puffing nostrils, already then, in his sleep, shaping the figure of the Lord. As soon as he who directs the duties of the prow, following the waves, found him lulled in peace and proud in quiet rest, he rebuked him, shaking him: “What,” he says, “in such danger do you take your dreams in the usual way, and have them alone in so great a storm of the sea? See, the wave is covering us; the only hope is in the gods. You too, whoever your god is, say your vows and prayers!” Then they decide to learn by lot who is nearer to guilt, who is the cause of the storm; and the lot does not lie about Jonah. Then they ask: “Who are you, and from where among men, and of what estate, of what people, of what place are you called?” He confesses himself the most fearful and faithful servant of God, who raised the heaven on high, who set the earth and who poured out the seas. They grew stiff with fear: “What fault, then, is ours toward you? What is to happen now? By what means shall we appease the seas?” For the fierce waters swelled more and more. “Behold, I am the storm, I am the whole madness of the world; because of me”, he says, “the heaven rushes on you and the sea rises;","f":"Ps.-Tertullian, <i>Iona</i> 51 (CSEL 23:223lines 51–75; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/ps-tertullian-iona/51)."},"ps-tertullian-iona/76":{"o":"in me terra procul, mors proxima, nulla dei spes.\nquin date praecipitem, causam nauem que leuantes:\nunum onus hoc magnum pelago iactate uolentem.\"\nAst illi frustra nituntur uertere cursum\nin reditum; nec clauus enim torquere sinebat,\ndura nec antemnae mutari libra uolebat.\npostremo ad dominum: „Ne nos in mortis hiatum\nunam animam propter dederis, nec sanguine iusti\nrespersisse uelis, si sic tua dextera ducit.\"\nIamque illic imo exoriens de gurgite cetus,\nsquamosum et conchis euoluens corporis agmen,\nurguebat proprios concusso marmore fluctus,\npraedam sponte petens, quam celsae puppis ab arce\nprouoluentem auide limosis faucibus hausit,\nuiuentemque dapem longam percepit in aluum,\ncumque uiro caeli rabiem pelagique uorauit.\nsternitur aequoris unda, resoluitur aetheris umbra;\nhinc fluctus, illinc flatus redduntur amici.\nsecuramque uiam placida signante carina\nspumea caeruleo candent uestigia sulco.\nnautae tunc dominum laeti uenerantur eique\nsacrificant grates: fertur ratis et uates aluo:\n[nauigat et uates alio susceptus Ionas]\nnauigium fluctus secat, et sub fluctibus imis\nIona defertur anima spirante ferina.\nconclusus neque tinctus aquis. maris intimus exter.\ninter semesas carnes resolutaque putri\ncorpora digestu iam iam sua funera discens:\nin signum sed enim domini quandoque futurum\nnon erat exitii. set caeli gloria factus.","t":"because of me the land is far off, death is very near, there is no hope from God. Rather, throw me headlong, lightening the ship of its cause: throw this one great burden, willing, into the sea.” But they strive in vain to turn their course back; for neither did the rudder allow turning, nor would the hard balance of the yards be changed. At last, to the Lord: “Do not give us into the jaws of death for the sake of one soul, and do not wish us to be spattered with the blood of a just man, if your right hand so leads.” And now there a whale rising from the bottom of the deep, rolling the scaly host of its body covered with shells, pressed on its own waves through the shaken marble of the sea, seeking the prey of its own accord, which, as it rolled from the height of the lofty stern, it greedily swallowed with muddy jaws, and took the living feast into its long belly, and with the man swallowed the rage of sky and sea. The wave of the sea is laid flat; the shadow of the heaven is dispelled; on this side the waves, on that the winds, are made friendly again. And as the calm keel marks a safe way, foamy tracks gleam white in the blue furrow. Then the sailors joyfully worship the Lord and offer him sacrifices of thanks: the ship is borne along, and the prophet in the belly. The ship cuts the waves, and under the lowest waves Jonah is carried down while the beast breathes; shut in and not wetted by the waters, deep within the sea and outside it, among half-eaten flesh and bodies dissolved by putrid digestion, learning at any moment his own funeral; but because he was to be a sign of the Lord, there was no destruction for him, but he was made the glory of heaven.","f":"Ps.-Tertullian, <i>Iona</i> 76 (CSEL 23:225lines 76–105; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/ps-tertullian-iona/76)."}}