Job 3
1 After this Job began speaking, cursing the day of his birth.
Nʼikpeazụ, onye kwuru okwu bụ Job nʼonwe ya. O kwuru okwu bụọ ụbọchị a mụrụ ya ọnụ.
2 He said,
Job sịrị:
3 “Wipe out the day I was born, and the night when it was announced that a boy had been conceived.
“Ka ụbọchị ahụ amụrụ m bụrụ ụbọchị lara nʼiyi; ya na abalị ahụ e kwuru sị, ‘Atụrụ ime nwa nwoke.’
4 Turn that day to darkness. God above should not remember it. Don't let light shine on it.
Ụbọchị ahụ, ka ọ ghọọ ọchịchịrị: ka Chineke site nʼelu ghara ịjụ ase ya; ka ìhè gharakwa ịmụkwasị ya.
5 Take it back, darkness and death-shadow. A black cloud should overshadow it. It should be as terrifying as the darkness of an eclipse during the day.
Ka ọchịchịrị na onyinyo ọnwụ gbara ụbọchị ahụ dịka ụbọchị nke aka ya, ka igwe ojii kpuchigidekwa ya, ka ọchịchịrị kpuchie ya nʼebe ọ dị ukwuu.
6 Blot out that night as if it never existed. Don't count it on the calendar. Don't let it have a day in any month.
Abalị ahụ, ka oke ọchịchịrị kpuchie ya, ka a kachapụ ya, ka ọ hapụ ịbụkwa ụbọchị a ga-agụkọ ya na ụbọchị ndị ọzọ nʼafọ, ka ọ ghara dịka otu ụbọchị nke na-adị nʼọnwa.
7 Let that night be childless, with no sounds of happiness heard.
Ka abalị ụbọchị ahụ bụrụ ụbọchị tọgbọrọ nʼefu, ka a ghara ịnụ mkpu ọṅụ ọbụla nʼime ya.
8 Those who place curses on certain days should curse it, those who have the power to raise Leviathan.
Ka ndị ahụ na-abụ ụbọchị ọnụ bụọ ụbọchị ahụ ọnụ, bụ ndị ahụ jikeere ịkpọte Leviatan.
9 Its early morning stars should stay dark. Looking for light, may none come, may it not see the glimmer of dawn
Ka kpakpando ụtụtụ ya gbaa ọchịchịrị, ka o lee anya ìhè na-efu, ka ọ ghara ihu mgbubere anya nke chi ọbụbọ,
10 for it did not shut my mother's womb to prevent me from seeing trouble.
nʼihi na o mechighị akpanwa nne m, i zonarịkwa anya m nsogbu.
11 Why wasn't I stillborn? Why didn't I die at birth?
“Gịnị mere m ji hapụ ịnwụ mgbe ahụ nne m mụpụtara m, kubie ume mgbe m si nʼime akpanwa pụta?
12 Why was there a lap for me to lie on, or breasts for me to suck?
Gịnị mere ikpere ji dịrị ịnabata m? Gịnị mere ara ji dịrị i ji zụọ m?
13 For now I would be lying down in peace. I would be sleeping and at rest,
Nʼihi na ugbu a, agara m idina nʼudo; agaara m anọ nʼụra na izuike,
14 along with the kings of this world and their officials whose palaces now lie in ruins,
mụ na ndị eze na ndị ọchịchị nke ụwa, ndị rụkwaara onwe ha ebe obibi dị iche iche nke tọgbọọrọ nʼefu ugbu a,
15 or with noblemen who collected gold and filled their houses with silver.
mụ na ụmụ ndị ikom eze, ndị nwere ọlaedo, ndị jikwa ọlaọcha kpojuo ụlọ ha.
16 Why wasn't I a miscarriage, buried in secret, a baby who never saw the light?
Ọ bụ gịnị mere e zofughị m nʼala dịka nwantakịrị a mụkworo amụkwo, dịka nwa ọhụrụ nke na-ahụghị ìhè nke ụbọchị anya?
17 There in the grave the wicked give no more trouble, and those whose strength is gone have their rest.
Nʼebe ahụ ka ndị na-emebi iwu na-akwụsị iweta ọgbaaghara, nʼebe ahụ ka ndị ike gwụrụ na-ezu ike.
18 There prisoners take it easy—they don't hear the commands of their oppressors.
Ebe ahụ ka ndị nọ nʼagbụ na-enwere onwe ha, ha adịghị anụkwa ịba mba nke ndị na-eji aka ike achị ha.
19 Both small and great are there, and slaves are freed from their masters.
Ebe ahụ ka ndị ukwu na ndị nta nọ; ebe ahụ kwa ka ohu na-enwere onwe ya kpamkpam site nʼaka onye nwe ya.
20 Why does God give life to those who are suffering, living bitterly miserable lives,
“Nʼihi gịnị ka e ji enye ndị nọ nʼọnọdụ nhụju anya ìhè? Gịnị bụ uru ndụ nye onye mkpụrụobi ya jupụtara nʼihe ilu?
21 those who are waiting for death that does not come and who are looking for death more desperately than hunting for treasure?
Gịnị bụ uru ya nye ndị na-echere ọnwụ ma ọ dịghị abịa, ee, ndị na-achọsi ọnwụ ike karịa akụ e zoro ezo,
22 They're so incredibly happy when the reach the grave!
ndị jupụtara nʼọṅụ, na-aṅụrị ọṅụ mgbe ha rịdaruru nʼili?
23 Why is light given to someone who doesn't know where they're going, someone God has fenced in?
Gịnị mere e ji enye mmadụ ndụ; bụ onye ahụ ụzọ ya zoro ezo, onye Chineke mechibidoro ụzọ?
24 My groans are the bread I eat; my raging tears are the water I drink.
Nʼihi na ịma ọsụ aghọọla ihe oriri m kwa ụbọchị; ịsụ ude m na-awụpụtakwa dịka mmiri.
25 For all that I feared has happened to me; everything that I dreaded has come upon me.
Ihe m tụrụ egwu ya abịakwasịla m, ihe m tụrụ ụjọ ya bụ ihe bịakwasịrị m.
26 I have no peace, no quiet, no rest. All that comes is rage.”
Enweghị m udo, anọkwaghị m jụụ, enweghị m izuike, naanị ọgbaaghara.”
