17
he answered, Not so powerful, O accursed ministers, is your wheel, as to stifle my reasoning; cut my limbs, and burn my flesh, and twist my joints.
18
For through all my torments I will convince you that the children of the Hebrews are alone unconquered in behalf of virtue.
19
While he was saying this, they heaped up fuel, and setting fire to it, strained him upon the wheel still more.
20
And the wheel was defiled all over with blood, and the hot ashes were quenched by the droppings of gore, and pieces of flesh were scattered about the axles of the machine.
21
And although the framework of his bones was now destroyed the high-minded and Abrahamic youth did not groan.
The Brenton translation of the Septuagint is in the public domain.