Every book he translated brought upon him fresh criticisms, and those not only from enemies. There were the timid, who were alarmed for the authority of the Septuagint, so sacred both to the Synagogue and to the Church; there were the possessors of precious manuscripts, written on purple vellum and adorned with splendid uncials, and with letters of silver and gold, all which would now lose their value. “Well, let them keep their precious metal, and leave us our poor papers,” cried Jerome, exasperated. “And yet, it is you,” he said to the fair inspirers of his works, “who force me to endure all this folly and all these injuries; to put an end to the evil, it were better you enjoined silence on me.” But neither the mother nor the daughter would hear of such a thing, and Jerome yielded to constraint.
May ay ang mahiyain, na alarmed para sa kapangyarihan ng Septuagint, napakabanal parehong sa Synagogue at sa Simbahan; doon ay ang possessors ng mahalagang manuscripts, nakasulat sa purple vellum at adorned na may kahanga-hanga uncials, at na may mga titik ng pilak at ginto, ang lahat ng na kung saan ay ngayon mawala ang kanilang halaga. “”Well, hayaan silang panatilihin ang kanilang mga mahalagang mga metal, at mag-iwan sa amin ang aming mga mahihirap na mga papeles,”” cried Jerome, bagot. “”At pa, ito ay sa iyo,”” sinabi niya sa makatarungang inspirers ng kanyang mga gawa, “”na puwersa sa akin na matiis ang lahat ng ganitong kaululan at ang lahat ng mga pinsala; upang ilagay ang isang dulo sa kasamaan, ay mabuti pa sa iyo enjoined katahimikan sa akin. “”Ngunit hindi ang ina o ang anak na babae ay marinig ng tulad ng isang bagay, at Jerome yielded sa pagpilit.