Job 3

Job’s Lament

1Afterward Job opened his mouth and cursed
Lit his day
the day of his birth.
2And Job
Lit answered and said
said,
3 cLet the day perish on which I was to be born,
And the night which said, ‘A
Lit man-child
boy is conceived.’
4May that day be darkness;
Let not God above care for it,
Nor light shine on it.
5“Let edarkness and black gloom claim it;
Let a cloud settle on it;
Let the blackness of the day terrify it.
6As 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.
7Behold, let that night be barren;
Let no joyful shout enter it.
8Let those curse it who curse the day,
Who are
Or skillful
prepared to grouse Leviathan.
9Let the stars of its twilight be darkened;
Let it wait for light but have none,
And let it not see the
Lit eyelids
breaking dawn;
10Because it did not shut the opening of my mother’s womb,
Or hide trouble from my eyes.

11 iWhy did I not die
Lit from the womb
at birth,
Come forth from the womb and expire?
12Why did the knees receive me,
And why the breasts, that I should suck?
13For now I kwould have lain down and been quiet;
I would have slept then, I would have been at rest,
14With lkings and with mcounselors of the earth,
Who rebuilt nruins for themselves;
15Or with oprinces pwho had gold,
Who were filling their houses with silver.
16Or like a miscarriage which is
Lit hidden
discarded, I would not be,
As infants that never saw light.
17There the wicked cease from raging,
And there the
Lit weary of strength
weary are at srest.
18The prisoners are at ease together;
They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.
19The small and the great are there,
And the slave is free from his master.

20Why is tlight given to him who suffers,
And life to the bitter of soul,
21Who
Lit wait
,
vlong for death, but there is none,
And dig for it more than for whidden treasures,
22Who rejoice greatly,
And exult when they find the grave?
23Why is light given to a man xwhose way is hidden,
And whom yGod has hedged in?
24“For zmy groaning comes at the sight of my food,
And aamy cries pour out like water.
25“For
Lit the fear I fear and
,
acwhat I fear comes upon me,
And what I dread befalls me.
26“I adam not at ease, nor am I quiet,
And I am not at rest, but turmoil comes.”

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