Job 3
1 After this Job has opened his mouth, and reviles his day.
| אַֽחֲרֵי־כֵן פָּתַח אִיּוֹב אֶת־פִּיהוּ וַיְקַלֵּל אֶת־יוֹמֽוֹ׃ |
2 And Job answers and says:
| וַיַּעַן אִיּוֹב וַיֹּאמַֽר׃ |
3 “Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that has said: A man-child has been conceived.
| יֹאבַד יוֹם אִוָּלֶד בּוֹ וְהַלַּיְלָה אָמַר הֹרָה גָֽבֶר׃ |
4 That day—let it be darkness, Do not let God require it from above, Nor let light shine on it.
| הַיּוֹם הַהוּא יְֽהִי ־ חֹשֶׁךְ אַֽל־יִדְרְשֵׁהוּ אֱלוֹהַּ מִמַּעַל וְאַל־תּוֹפַע עָלָיו נְהָרָֽה׃ |
5 Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud dwell on it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.
| יִגְאָלֻהוּ חֹשֶׁךְ וְצַלְמָוֶת תִּשְׁכׇּן־עָלָיו עֲנָנָה יְבַעֲתֻהוּ כִּֽמְרִירֵי יֽוֹם׃ |
6 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.
| הַלַּיְלָה הַהוּא יִקָּחֵהוּ אֹפֶל אַל־יִחַדְּ בִּימֵי שָׁנָה בְּמִסְפַּר יְרָחִים אַל־יָבֹֽא׃ |
7 Behold! That night—let it be barren, Let no singing come into it.
| הִנֵּה הַלַּיְלָה הַהוּא יְהִי גַלְמוּד אַל־תָּבוֹא רְנָנָה בֽוֹ׃ |
8 Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.
| יִקְּבֻהוּ אֹֽרְרֵי־יוֹם הָעֲתִידִים עֹרֵר לִוְיָתָֽן׃ |
9 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.
| יֶחְשְׁכוּ כּוֹכְבֵי נִשְׁפּוֹ יְקַו־לְאוֹר וָאַיִן וְאַל־יִרְאֶה בְּעַפְעַפֵּי־שָֽׁחַר׃ |
10 Because it has not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from my eyes.
| כִּי לֹא סָגַר דַּלְתֵי בִטְנִי וַיַּסְתֵּר עָמָל מֵעֵינָֽי׃ |
11 Why do I not die from the womb? I have come forth from the belly and gasp!
| לָמָּה לֹּא מֵרֶחֶם אָמוּת מִבֶּטֶן יָצָאתִי וְאֶגְוָֽע׃ |
12 Why have knees been before me? And what [are] breasts, that I suck?
| מַדּוּעַ קִדְּמוּנִי בִרְכָּיִם וּמַה־שָּׁדַיִם כִּי אִינָֽק׃ |
13 For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept—then there is rest to me,
| כִּֽי־עַתָּה שָׁכַבְתִּי וְאֶשְׁקוֹט יָשַׁנְתִּי אָז ׀ יָנוּחַֽ לִֽי׃ |
14 With kings and counselors of earth, These building ruins for themselves.
| עִם־מְלָכִים וְיֹעֲצֵי אָרֶץ הַבֹּנִים חֳרָבוֹת לָֽמוֹ׃ |
15 Or with princes—they have gold, They are filling their houses [with] silver.
| אוֹ עִם־שָׂרִים זָהָב לָהֶם הַֽמְמַלְאִים בָּתֵּיהֶם כָּֽסֶף׃ |
16 (Or I am not as a hidden abortion, As infants—they have not seen light.)
| אוֹ כְנֵפֶל טָמוּן לֹא אֶהְיֶה כְּעֹלְלִים לֹא־רָאוּ אֽוֹר׃ |
17 There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there the wearied rest in power.
| שָׁם רְשָׁעִים חָדְלוּ רֹגֶז וְשָׁם יָנוּחוּ יְגִיעֵי כֹֽחַ׃ |
18 Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,
| יַחַד אֲסִירִים שַׁאֲנָנוּ לֹא שָׁמְעוּ קוֹל נֹגֵֽשׂ׃ |
19 Small and great [are] the same there. And a servant [is] free from his lord.
| קָטֹן וְגָדוֹל שָׁם הוּא וְעֶבֶד חׇפְשִׁי מֵאֲדֹנָֽיו׃ |
20 Why does He give light to the miserable, and life to the bitter soul?
| לָמָּה יִתֵּן לְעָמֵל אוֹר וְחַיִּים לְמָרֵי נָֽפֶשׁ׃ |
21 Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
| הַֽמְחַכִּים לַמָּוֶת וְאֵינֶנּוּ וַֽיַּחְפְּרֻהוּ מִמַּטְמוֹנִֽים׃ |
22 Who are glad—to joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.
| הַשְּׂמֵחִים אֱלֵי־גִיל יָשִׂישׂוּ כִּי יִמְצְאוּ־קָֽבֶר׃ |
23 To a man whose way has been hidden, And whom God shuts up?
| לְגֶבֶר אֲשֶׁר־דַּרְכּוֹ נִסְתָּרָה וַיָּסֶךְ אֱלוֹהַּ בַּעֲדֽוֹ׃ |
24 For before my food, my sighing comes, And my roarings [are] poured out as waters.
| כִּֽי־לִפְנֵי לַחְמִי אַנְחָתִי תָבֹא וַֽיִּתְּכוּ כַמַּיִם שַׁאֲגֹתָֽי׃ |
25 For I feared a fear and it meets me, And what I was afraid of comes to me.
| כִּי פַחַד פָּחַדְתִּי וַיֶּאֱתָיֵנִי וַאֲשֶׁר יָגֹרְתִּי יָבֹא לִֽי׃ |
26 I was not safe—nor was I quiet—Nor was I at rest—and trouble comes!”
| לֹא שָׁלַוְתִּי ׀ וְלֹא שָׁקַטְתִּי וְֽלֹא־נָחְתִּי וַיָּבֹא רֹֽגֶז׃ |
