| Chapter 3 |
1 | After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed the day of his birth.
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2 | Job answered:
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3 | 'Let the day perish in which I was born, The night which said, 'There is a man-child conceived.'
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4 | Let that day be darkness; Don't let God from above seek for it, Neither let the light shine on it.
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5 | Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. Let a cloud dwell on it. Let all that makes black the day terrify it.
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6 | As for that night, let thick darkness seize on it. Let it not rejoice among the days of the year. Let it not come into the number of the months.
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7 | Behold, let that night be barren. Let no joyful voice come therein.
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8 | Let them curse it who curse the day, Who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
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9 | Let the stars of the twilight of it be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, Neither let it see the eyelids of the morning,
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10 | Because it didn't shut up the doors of my mother's womb, Nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
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11 | 'Why didn't I die from the womb? Why didn't I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
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12 | Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
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13 | For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,
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14 | With kings and counselors of the earth, Who built up waste places for themselves;
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15 | Or with princes who had gold, Who filled their houses with silver:
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16 | Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, As infants who never saw light.
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17 | There the wicked cease from troubling; There the weary are at rest.
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18 | There the prisoners are at ease together. They don't hear the voice of the taskmaster.
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19 | The small and the great are there. The servant is free from his master.
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20 | 'Why is light given to him who is in misery, Life to the bitter in soul,
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21 | Who long for death, but it doesn't come; Dig for it more than for hidden treasures,
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22 | Who rejoice exceedingly, Are glad, when they can find the grave?
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23 | Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, Whom God has hedged in?
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24 | For my sighing comes before I eat, My groanings are poured out like water.
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25 | For the thing which I fear comes on me, That which I am afraid of comes to me.
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26 | I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest; But trouble comes.'
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