||English: New American Standard Bible
Job 3 [Commentary] |
||Afterward Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.
||And Job said,
||"Let the day perish on which I was to be born,
And the night which said, `A boy is conceived.'
||"May that day be darkness;
Let not God above care for it,
Nor light shine on it.
||"Let darkness and black gloom claim it;
Let a cloud settle on it;
Let the blackness of the day terrify it.
||"As for that night, let darkness seize it;
Let it not rejoice among the days of the year;
Let it not come into the number of the months.
||"Behold, let that night be barren;
Let no joyful shout enter it.
||"Let those curse it who curse the day,
Who are prepared to rouse Leviathan.
||"Let the stars of its twilight be darkened;
Let it wait for light but have none,
And let it not see the breaking dawn;
||Because it did not shut the opening of my mother's womb,
Or hide trouble from my eyes.
||"Why did I not die at birth,
Come forth from the womb and expire?
||"Why did the knees receive me,
And why the breasts, that I should suck?
||"For now I would have lain down and been quiet;
I would have slept then, I would have been at rest,
||With kings and with counselors of the earth,
Who rebuilt ruins for themselves;
||Or with princes who had gold,
Who were filling their houses with silver.
||"Or like a miscarriage which is discarded, I would not be,
As infants that never saw light.
||"There the wicked cease from raging,
And there the weary are at rest.
||"The prisoners are at ease together;
They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.
||"The small and the great are there,
And the slave is free from his master.
||"Why is light given to him who suffers,
And life to the bitter of soul,
||Who long for death, but there is none,
And dig for it more than for hidden treasures,
||Who rejoice greatly,
And exult when they find the grave?
||"Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden,
And whom God has hedged in?
||"For my groaning comes at the sight of my food,
And my cries pour out like water.
||"For what I fear comes upon me,
And what I dread befalls me.
||"I am not at ease, nor am I quiet,
And I am not at rest, but turmoil comes."
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