Job 3
1 After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed his day.
Pambuyo pake Yobu anatsekula pakamwa pake nayamba kutemberera tsiku limene iyeyo anabadwa.
2 And Job answered and said,
Ndipo Yobu anati:
3 Let the day perish in which I was born, and the night that said, There is a man child conceived.
“Tsiku limene ine ndinabadwa litembereredwe ndi usiku umene ananena kuti, ‘Mwana wamwamuna wabadwa!’
4 That day — let it be darkness, let not God care for it from above, neither let light shine upon it:
Tsiku limenelo lisanduke mdima; Mulungu wa kumwambako asalilabadirenso; kuwala kusaonekenso pa tsikulo.
5 Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it; let clouds dwell upon it; let darkeners of the day terrify it.
Mdima ndi mthunzi wa imfa zikhale pa tsiku limeneli; mtambo uphimbe tsikuli; mdima wandiweyani udetse kuwala kwake.
6 That night — let gloom seize upon it; let it not rejoice among the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the months.
Usiku umenewo ukutidwe ndi mdima wandiweyani; usawerengedwenso pamodzi ndi masiku a chaka, kapena kukhala pa mwezi wina uliwonse.
7 Behold, let that night be barren; let no joyful sound come therein;
Usiku umenewo usabweretse chilichonse chabwino; kusamvekenso nthungululu za chikondwerero.
8 Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to rouse Leviathan;
Odziwa kutemberera masiku alitemberere tsikulo, iwo amene akonzekera kuwutsa Leviyatani.
9 Let the stars of its twilight be dark; let it wait for light, and have none, neither let it see the eyelids of the dawn:
Nyenyezi zake za mʼbandakucha zikhale mdima; tsikulo liyembekezere kucha pachabe ndipo lisaonenso kuwala koyamba kwa mʼbandakucha.
10 Because it shut not up the doors of the womb that bore me, and hid not trouble from mine eyes.
Pakuti tsiku limenelo ndiye ndinatuluka mʼmimba ya amayi anga ndipo ndi limene linandionetsa zovuta.
11 Wherefore did I not die from the womb, — come forth from the belly and expire?
“Bwanji ine sindinawonongeke pamene ndinkabadwa ndi kufa pamene ndimatuluka mʼmimba?
12 Why did the knees meet me? and wherefore the breasts, that I should suck?
Chifukwa chiyani panali mawondo wondilandirirapo ndi mawere woti andiyamwitsepo?
13 For now should I have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
Pakuti tsopano bwenzi ndili gone mwamtendere; ndikanakhala nditagona tulo ndili pa mpumulo
14 With kings and counsellors of the earth, who build desolate places for themselves,
pamodzi ndi mafumu ndi aphungu a dziko lapansi, amene anadzimangira nyumba zikuluzikulu zimene tsopano ndi mabwinja,
15 Or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver;
pamodzi ndi olamulira amene anali ndi golide, amene anadzaza nyumba zawo ndi siliva.
16 Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants that have not seen the light.
Kapena, bwanji sindinakwiriridwe pansi monga mwana wobadwa wakufa kale, ngati khanda limene silinaone kuwala kwa dzuwa?
17 There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the wearied are at rest.
Ku mandako anthu oyipa sakhalanso pa mavuto, ndipo kumeneko anthu otopa ali pa mpumulo.
18 The prisoners together are at ease; they hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
A mʼndende kumeneko akusangalala ndi mtendere; sakumvanso mawu ofuwula a kapitawo wa akapolo.
19 The small and great are there, and the bondman freed from his master.
Anthu wamba ndi anthu apamwamba ali kumeneko, ndipo kapolo ndi womasuka kwa mbuye wake.
20 Wherefore is light given to him that is in trouble, and life to those bitter of soul,
“Chifukwa chiyani dzuwa limawalira iwo amene ali pa mavuto, ndipo moyo umapatsidwa kwa owawidwa mtima,
21 Who long for death, and it [cometh] not, and dig for it more than for hidden treasures;
kwa iwo amene amalakalaka imfa imene sibwera, amene amayifunafuna imfayo kupambana chuma chobisika,
22 Who rejoice even exultingly and are glad when they find the grave? —
amene amakondwa ndi kusangalala akamalowa mʼmanda?
23 To the man whose way is hidden, and whom God hath hedged in?
Chifuwa chiyani moyo umaperekedwa kwa munthu amene njira yake yabisika, amene Mulungu wamuzinga ponseponse?
24 For my sighing cometh before my bread, and my groanings are poured out like the waters.
Mʼmalo moti ndidye, ndimalira, ndi kubuwula kwanga nʼkosalekeza.
25 For I feared a fear, and it hath come upon me, and that which I dreaded hath come to me.
Chimene ndinkachiopa chandigwera; chimene ndinkachita nacho mantha chandichitikira.
26 I was not in safety, neither had I quietness, neither was I at rest, and trouble came.
Ndilibe mtendere kapena bata, ndilibe mpumulo, koma mavuto okhaokha.”
