Job 3
Job’s Lament
1After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.
2And Job said,
And the night which announced: ‘There is a man-child conceived.’
Let God above not care about it,
Nor light shine on it.
Let a cloud settle upon it;
Let all that blackens the day terrify it (the day that I was born).
Let it not rejoice among the days of the year;
Let it not be counted in the number of the months.
Let no joyful voice enter it.
Who are skilled in rousing up Leviathan.
Let the morning wait in vain for the light,
Let it not see the eyelids of morning (the day’s dawning),
Nor hide trouble from my eyes.
Come forth from the womb and expire?
And why the breasts, that I would nurse?
I would have slept then, I would have been at rest [in death],
Who built up [now desolate] ruins for themselves;
Who filled their houses with silver.
Like infants who never saw light.
And there the weary are at rest.
They do not hear the taskmaster’s voice.
And the servant is free from his master.
And life to the bitter in soul,
And dig (search) for death more [diligently] than for hidden treasures,
And rejoice when they find the grave?
And whom God has hedged in?
And my cries [of despair] are poured out like water.
And that of which I am afraid has come upon me.
And I am not at rest, and yet trouble still comes [upon me].”
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