Job 3
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Job 3
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| Then, opening his mouth, and cursing the day of his birth, | After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day. |
| Job made answer and said, | And Job answered and said: |
| Let destruction take the day of my birth, and the night on which it was said, A man child has come into the world. | Let the day perish wherein I was born, And the night which said, There is a man-child conceived. |
| That day--let it be dark; let not God take note of it from on high, and let not the light be shining on it; | Let that day be darkness; Let not God from above seek for it, Neither let the light shine upon it. |
| Let the dark and the black night take it for themselves; let it be covered with a cloud; let the dark shades of day send fear on it. | Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own; Let a cloud dwell upon it; Let all that maketh black the day terrify it. |
| That night--let the thick dark take it; let it not have joy among the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the months. | As for that night, let thick darkness seize upon it: Let it not rejoice among the days of the year; Let it not come into the number of the months. |
| As for that night, let it have no fruit; let no voice of joy be sounded in it; | Lo, let that night be barren; Let no joyful voice come therein. |
| Let it be cursed by those who put a curse on the day; who are ready to make Leviathan awake. | Let them curse it that curse the day, Who are ready to rouse up leviathan. |
| Let its morning stars be dark; let it be looking for light, but may it not have any; let it not see the eyes of the dawn. | Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark: Let it look for light, but have none; Neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning: |
| Because it did not keep the doors of my mother's body shut, so that trouble might be veiled from my eyes. | Because it shut not up the doors of my [mother's] womb, Nor hid trouble from mine eyes. |
| Why did death not take me when I came out of my mother's body, why did I not, when I came out, give up my last breath? | Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me? |
| Why did the knees take me, or why the breasts that they might give me milk? | Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck? |
| For then I might have gone to my rest in quiet, and in sleep have been in peace, | For now should I have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept; then had I been at rest, |
| With kings and the wise ones of the earth, who put up great houses for themselves; | With kings and counsellors of the earth, Who built up waste places for themselves; |
| Or with rulers who had gold, and whose houses were full of silver; | Or with princes that had gold, Who filled their houses with silver: |
| Or as a child dead at birth I might never have come into existence; like young children who have not seen the light. | Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, As infants that never saw light. |
| There the passions of the evil are over, and those whose strength has come to an end have rest. | There the wicked cease from troubling; And there the weary are at rest. |
| There the prisoners are at peace together; the voice of the overseer comes not again to their ears. | There the prisoners are at ease together; They hear not the voice of the taskmaster. |
| The small and the great are there, and the servant is free from his master. | The small and the great are there: And the servant is free from his master. |
| Why does he give light to him who is in trouble, and life to the bitter in soul; | Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, And life unto the bitter in soul; |
| To those whose desire is for death, but it comes not; who are searching for it more than for secret wealth; | Who long for death, but it cometh not, And dig for it more than for hid treasures; |
| Who are glad with great joy, and full of delight when they come to their last resting-place; | Who rejoice exceedingly, And are glad, when they can find the grave? |
| To a man whose way is veiled, and who is shut in by God? | [Why is light given] to a man whose way is hid, And whom God hath hedged in? |
| In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water. | For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water. |
| For I have a fear and it comes on me, and my heart is greatly troubled. | For the thing which I fear cometh upon me, And that which I am afraid of cometh unto me. |
| I have no peace, no quiet, and no rest; nothing but pain comes on me. | I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest; But trouble cometh. |
