যোব 3
After this Job has opened his mouth, and reviles his day.
And Job answers and says:
3 ৩ যিদিনত মোৰ জন্ম হৈছিল, সেই দিন বিনষ্ট হওক, আৰু পুত্ৰ-সন্তান গৰ্ভত স্থিতি হ’ল বুলি কোৱা ৰাতি বিনষ্ট হওক।
“Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that has said: A man-child has been conceived.
That day—let it be darkness, Do not let God require it from above, Nor let light shine on it.
5 ৫ অন্ধকাৰ আৰু মৃত্যুচ্ছায়াই তাক নিজৰ বুলি গ্ৰহণ কৰক; মেঘে তাক ঢাকি ধৰক; দিনক আন্ধাৰকৰোঁতা সকলোৱে তাৰ ভয় জন্মাওক।
Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud dwell on it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.
That night—let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Let it not come into the number of months.
Behold! That night—let it be barren, Let no singing come into it.
Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.
9 ৯ সেইদিনৰ প্রভাতীয় তৰা যেন অন্ধকাৰ হৈ যায়। সেই ৰাতিয়ে যেন প্ৰভাতৰ কাৰণে অপেক্ষা কৰে, কিন্তু সেই প্ৰভাত যেন কোনো দিন নাহে। সেইদিনে যেন সূৰ্যৰ প্ৰথম ৰশ্মি কেতিয়াও নেদেখক।
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.
Because it has not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from my eyes.
Why do I not die from the womb? I have come forth from the belly and gasp!
Why have knees been before me? And what [are] breasts, that I suck?
13 ১৩ কিয়নো সেয়ে নোহোৱা হ’লে, মই শুই শান্তি পালোহেঁতেন, সেয়ে নোহোৱা হ’লে, মই নিদ্ৰিত হলোঁহেঁতেন আৰু শান্তি পালোহেঁতেন।
For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept—then there is rest to me,
14 ১৪ তেতিয়া যিসকলে নিজৰ কাৰণে ধ্বংস-স্থান নিৰ্ম্মাণ কৰিছিল, এনে ৰজাসকলৰ আৰু পৃথিৱীৰ মন্ত্ৰীসকলৰ লগত,
With kings and counselors of earth, These building ruins for themselves.
15 ১৫ অথবা সোণ থকা সেই ৰাজপুত্ৰ সকলৰ সৈতে থাকিব পাৰিলেহেঁতেন, আৰু যিসকলে নিজ নিজ ঘৰ ৰূপেৰে পৰিপূৰ্ণ কৰিছিল, এনে লোকসকলৰ লগত থাকি মই বিশ্ৰাম পালোঁহেঁতেন,
Or with princes—they have gold, They are filling their houses [with] silver.
(Or I am not as a hidden abortion, As infants—they have not seen light.)
There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there the wearied rest in power.
18 ১৮ তাত বন্দীয়াৰসকলেও একেলগে নিৰাপদে থাকে; ক্রীতদাস সকলে কাৰ্যাধ্যক্ষ সকলৰ ডাবি-হুমকি আৰু নুশুনে।
Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,
Small and great [are] the same there. And a servant [is] free from his lord.
Why does He give light to the miserable, and life to the bitter soul?
Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
Who are glad—to joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.
To a man whose way has been hidden, And whom God shuts up?
For before my food, my sighing comes, And my roarings [are] poured out as waters.
For I feared a fear and it meets me, And what I was afraid of comes to me.
I was not safe—nor was I quiet—Nor was I at rest—and trouble comes!”
