Job 3
1 After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
Nʼikpeazụ, onye kwuru okwu bụ Job nʼonwe ya. O kwuru okwu bụọ ụbọchị a mụrụ ya ọnụ.
2 And Job spoke, and said:
Job sịrị:
3 Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night wherein it was said: 'A man-child is brought forth.'
“Ka ụbọchị ahụ amụrụ m bụrụ ụbọchị lara nʼiyi; ya na abalị ahụ e kwuru sị, ‘Atụrụ ime nwa nwoke.’
4 Let that day be darkness; let not God inquire after it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
Ụbọchị ahụ, ka ọ ghọọ ọchịchịrị: ka Chineke site nʼelu ghara ịjụ ase ya; ka ìhè gharakwa ịmụkwasị ya.
5 Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own; let a cloud dwell upon it; let all that maketh black the day terrify it.
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 As for that night, let thick darkness seize upon it; let it not rejoice among the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the months.
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 Lo, let that night be desolate; let no joyful voice come therein.
Ka abalị ụbọchị ahụ bụrụ ụbọchị tọgbọrọ nʼefu, ka a ghara ịnụ mkpu ọṅụ ọbụla nʼime ya.
8 Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
Ka ndị ahụ na-abụ ụbọchị ọnụ bụọ ụbọchị ahụ ọnụ, bụ ndị ahụ jikeere ịkpọte Leviatan.
9 Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning;
Ka kpakpando ụtụtụ ya gbaa ọchịchịrị, ka o lee anya ìhè na-efu, ka ọ ghara ihu mgbubere anya nke chi ọbụbọ,
10 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid trouble from mine eyes.
nʼihi na o mechighị akpanwa nne m, i zonarịkwa anya m nsogbu.
11 Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not perish at birth?
“Gịnị mere m ji hapụ ịnwụ mgbe ahụ nne m mụpụtara m, kubie ume mgbe m si nʼime akpanwa pụta?
12 Why did the knees receive me? And wherefore the breasts, that I should suck?
Gịnị mere ikpere ji dịrị ịnabata m? Gịnị mere ara ji dịrị i ji zụọ m?
13 For now should I have lain still and been quiet; I should have slept; then had I been at rest —
Nʼihi na ugbu a, agara m idina nʼudo; agaara m anọ nʼụra na izuike,
14 With kings and counsellors of the earth, who built up waste places for themselves;
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 princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver;
mụ na ụmụ ndị ikom eze, ndị nwere ọlaedo, ndị jikwa ọlaọcha kpojuo ụlọ ha.
16 Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants that never saw 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 the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary are at rest.
Nʼebe ahụ ka ndị na-emebi iwu na-akwụsị iweta ọgbaaghara, nʼebe ahụ ka ndị ike gwụrụ na-ezu ike.
18 There the prisoners are at ease together; they hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
Ebe ahụ ka ndị nọ nʼagbụ na-enwere onwe ha, ha adịghị anụkwa ịba mba nke ndị na-eji aka ike achị ha.
19 The small and great are there alike; and the servant is free from his master.
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 Wherewith is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul —
“Nʼihi gịnị ka e ji enye ndị nọ nʼọnọdụ nhụju anya ìhè? Gịnị bụ uru ndụ nye onye mkpụrụobi ya jupụtara nʼihe ilu?
21 Who long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
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 Who rejoice unto exultation, and are glad, when they can find the grave? —
ndị jupụtara nʼọṅụ, na-aṅụrị ọṅụ mgbe ha rịdaruru nʼili?
23 To a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
Gịnị mere e ji enye mmadụ ndụ; bụ onye ahụ ụzọ ya zoro ezo, onye Chineke mechibidoro ụzọ?
24 For my sighing cometh instead of my food, and my roarings are poured out like water.
Nʼihi na ịma ọsụ aghọọla ihe oriri m kwa ụbọchị; ịsụ ude m na-awụpụtakwa dịka mmiri.
25 For the thing which I did fear is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of hath overtaken me.
Ihe m tụrụ egwu ya abịakwasịla m, ihe m tụrụ ụjọ ya bụ ihe bịakwasịrị m.
26 I was not at ease, neither was I quiet, neither had I rest; but trouble came.
Enweghị m udo, anọkwaghị m jụụ, enweghị m izuike, naanị ọgbaaghara.”
