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[1]After this hath Job opened his mouth, and revileth his day. |
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[2]And Job answereth and saith: -- |
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[3]Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: `A man-child hath been conceived.' |
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[4]That day -- let it be darkness, Let not God require it from above, Nor let light shine upon it. |
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[5]Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days. |
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[6]That night -- let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Into the number of months let it not come. |
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[7]Lo! that night -- let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it. |
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[8]Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan. |
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[9]Let the stars of its twilight be dark, Let it wait for light, and there is none, And let it not look on the eyelids of the dawn. |
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[10]Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes. |
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[11]Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp! |
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[12]Wherefore have knees been before me? And what [are] breasts, that I suck? |
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[13]For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me, |
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[14]With kings and counsellors of earth, These building wastes for themselves. |
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[15]Or with princes -- they have gold, They are filling their houses [with] silver. |
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[16](Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have not seen light.) |
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[17]There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power. |
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[18]Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor, |
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[19]Small and great [are] there the same. And a servant [is] free from his lord. |
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[20]Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul? |
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[21]Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures. |
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[22]Who are glad -- unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave. |
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[23]To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up? |
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[24]For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters [are] my roarings. |
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[25]For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me. |
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[26]I was not safe -- nor was I quiet -- Nor was I at rest -- and trouble cometh! |