Job 3
1 After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
| אַֽחֲרֵי־כֵן פָּתַח אִיּוֹב אֶת־פִּיהוּ וַיְקַלֵּל אֶת־יוֹמֽוֹ׃ |
2 And Job spoke, and said,
| וַיַּעַן אִיּוֹב וַיֹּאמַֽר׃ |
3 Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.
| יֹאבַד יוֹם אִוָּלֶד בּוֹ וְהַלַּיְלָה אָמַר הֹרָה גָֽבֶר׃ |
4 Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine on it.
| הַיּוֹם הַהוּא יְֽהִי ־ חֹשֶׁךְ אַֽל־יִדְרְשֵׁהוּ אֱלוֹהַּ מִמַּעַל וְאַל־תּוֹפַע עָלָיו נְהָרָֽה׃ |
5 Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell on it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
| יִגְאָלֻהוּ חֹשֶׁךְ וְצַלְמָוֶת תִּשְׁכׇּן־עָלָיו עֲנָנָה יְבַעֲתֻהוּ כִּֽמְרִירֵי יֽוֹם׃ |
6 As for that night, let darkness seize on it; let it not be joined to the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
| הַלַּיְלָה הַהוּא יִקָּחֵהוּ אֹפֶל אַל־יִחַדְּ בִּימֵי שָׁנָה בְּמִסְפַּר יְרָחִים אַל־יָבֹֽא׃ |
7 See, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.
| הִנֵּה הַלַּיְלָה הַהוּא יְהִי גַלְמוּד אַל־תָּבוֹא רְנָנָה בֽוֹ׃ |
8 Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
| יִקְּבֻהוּ אֹֽרְרֵי־יוֹם הָעֲתִידִים עֹרֵר לִוְיָתָֽן׃ |
9 Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
| יֶחְשְׁכוּ כּוֹכְבֵי נִשְׁפּוֹ יְקַו־לְאוֹר וָאַיִן וְאַל־יִרְאֶה בְּעַפְעַפֵּי־שָֽׁחַר׃ |
10 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother’s womb, nor hid sorrow from my eyes.
| כִּי לֹא סָגַר דַּלְתֵי בִטְנִי וַיַּסְתֵּר עָמָל מֵעֵינָֽי׃ |
11 Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
| לָמָּה לֹּא מֵרֶחֶם אָמוּת מִבֶּטֶן יָצָאתִי וְאֶגְוָֽע׃ |
12 Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
| מַדּוּעַ קִדְּמוּנִי בִרְכָּיִם וּמַה־שָּׁדַיִם כִּי אִינָֽק׃ |
13 For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
| כִּֽי־עַתָּה שָׁכַבְתִּי וְאֶשְׁקוֹט יָשַׁנְתִּי אָז ׀ יָנוּחַֽ לִֽי׃ |
14 With kings and counsellors of the earth, which build desolate places for themselves;
| עִם־מְלָכִים וְיֹעֲצֵי אָרֶץ הַבֹּנִים חֳרָבוֹת לָֽמוֹ׃ |
15 Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
| אוֹ עִם־שָׂרִים זָהָב לָהֶם הַֽמְמַלְאִים בָּתֵּיהֶם כָּֽסֶף׃ |
16 Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
| אוֹ כְנֵפֶל טָמוּן לֹא אֶהְיֶה כְּעֹלְלִים לֹא־רָאוּ אֽוֹר׃ |
17 There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.
| שָׁם רְשָׁעִים חָדְלוּ רֹגֶז וְשָׁם יָנוּחוּ יְגִיעֵי כֹֽחַ׃ |
18 There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
| יַחַד אֲסִירִים שַׁאֲנָנוּ לֹא שָׁמְעוּ קוֹל נֹגֵֽשׂ׃ |
19 The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.
| קָטֹן וְגָדוֹל שָׁם הוּא וְעֶבֶד חׇפְשִׁי מֵאֲדֹנָֽיו׃ |
20 Why is light given to him that is in misery, and life to the bitter in soul;
| לָמָּה יִתֵּן לְעָמֵל אוֹר וְחַיִּים לְמָרֵי נָֽפֶשׁ׃ |
21 Which long for death, but it comes not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
| הַֽמְחַכִּים לַמָּוֶת וְאֵינֶנּוּ וַֽיַּחְפְּרֻהוּ מִמַּטְמוֹנִֽים׃ |
22 Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
| הַשְּׂמֵחִים אֱלֵי־גִיל יָשִׂישׂוּ כִּי יִמְצְאוּ־קָֽבֶר׃ |
23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God has hedged in?
| לְגֶבֶר אֲשֶׁר־דַּרְכּוֹ נִסְתָּרָה וַיָּסֶךְ אֱלוֹהַּ בַּעֲדֽוֹ׃ |
24 For my sighing comes before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
| כִּֽי־לִפְנֵי לַחְמִי אַנְחָתִי תָבֹא וַֽיִּתְּכוּ כַמַּיִם שַׁאֲגֹתָֽי׃ |
25 For the thing which I greatly feared is come on me, and that which I was afraid of is come to me.
| כִּי פַחַד פָּחַדְתִּי וַיֶּאֱתָיֵנִי וַאֲשֶׁר יָגֹרְתִּי יָבֹא לִֽי׃ |
26 I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.
| לֹא שָׁלַוְתִּי ׀ וְלֹא שָׁקַטְתִּי וְֽלֹא־נָחְתִּי וַיָּבֹא רֹֽגֶז׃ |
