Job 3
1 After this Job has opened his mouth, and reviles his day.
Pea hili ia naʻe mafaʻa ʻae ngutu ʻo Siope, ʻo ne lauʻikoviʻi ʻa hono ʻaho.
2 And Job answers and says:
Pea lea ʻa Siope, ʻo ne pehē,
3 “Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that has said: A man-child has been conceived.
“Ke ʻauha ʻae ʻaho naʻe fanauʻi ai au, mo e pō ko ia naʻe kalanga ai, ‘Kuo fanauʻi ʻae tama tangata.’
4 That day—let it be darkness, Do not let God require it from above, Nor let light shine on it.
Ke fakapoʻuli ʻae ʻaho ko ia; ke ʻoua naʻa tokanga ki ai ʻae ʻOtua mei ʻolunga, pea ʻoua naʻa ulo ai ʻae maama.
5 Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud dwell on it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.
Ke maʻu ia ʻe he fakapoʻuli mo e ʻata ʻoe mate; ke heka maʻu ki ai ʻae ʻao matolu; ke fakailifia ia ʻe he fakapoʻuli ʻoe ʻaho.
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.
Ke ʻohofi ʻae pō ko ia ʻe he fakapoʻuli matolu; ke ʻoua naʻa fakahoko ia ki he ngaahi ʻaho ʻoe taʻu, pe kau ia ʻi he lau ʻoe ngaahi māhina.
7 Behold! That night—let it be barren, Let no singing come into it.
ʻIo, ke lala ʻae pō ko ia, ke ʻoua naʻa ʻi ai ha leʻo fakafiefia.
8 Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.
Ke kapeʻi ia ʻekinautolu ʻoku laukoviʻi ʻae ʻaho, ʻakinautolu ʻoku nau teu ke fai hake ʻenau lāunga.
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.
Ke fakapoʻuli ʻae ngaahi fetuʻu ʻo hono efiafi poʻuli; ke holi ia ki he maama, kaeʻoua siʻi naʻa ʻi ai; pea ʻoua naʻa ʻilo ʻe ia ʻae maʻa ʻae ʻaho:
10 Because it has not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from my eyes.
Koeʻuhi naʻe ʻikai ke tāpuni ʻae ngaahi matapā ʻoe manāva kiate au, pe fufū ʻae mamahi mei hoku mata.
11 Why do I not die from the womb? I have come forth from the belly and gasp!
“Ko e hā naʻe ʻikai ai te u mate mei he manāva? Ko e hā naʻe ʻikai ai te u tukuange hoku laumālie ʻi heʻeku haʻu mei he fatu?
12 Why have knees been before me? And what [are] breasts, that I suck?
Ko e hā naʻe tali teu ʻai au ʻe he foʻi tui? Mo e huhu koeʻuhi ke u huhu ai?
13 For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept—then there is rest to me,
He ka ne ʻikai, pehē kuo u tokoto taʻengāue eni pea longo pe, pea u mohe pe ʻo mālōlō ai,
14 With kings and counselors of earth, These building ruins for themselves.
ʻO fakataha mo e ngaahi tuʻi mo e ngaahi pule ʻo māmani, naʻa nau langa moʻonautolu ʻae ngaahi potu naʻe lala;
15 Or with princes—they have gold, They are filling their houses [with] silver.
Pea fakataha mo e ngaahi ʻeiki naʻe maʻu koula, naʻa nau fakapito honau ngaahi fale ʻaki ʻae siliva:
16 (Or I am not as a hidden abortion, As infants—they have not seen light.)
Pea teu ʻikai ʻo hangē ko e tama tō ʻi he fufū; ʻo hangē ko e fānau ʻoku ʻikai mamata ki he maama.
17 There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there the wearied rest in power.
ʻOku ngata ʻi ai ʻae fakamamahi ʻe he kau angahala; pea mālōlō ʻi ai ʻae kau ongosia.
18 Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,
ʻOku mālōlō fakataha ai ʻae kau pōpula; ʻoku ʻikai ke nau ongoʻi ai ʻae leʻo ʻoe fakamālohi.
19 Small and great [are] the same there. And a servant [is] free from his lord.
ʻOku ʻi ai ʻae iiki mo e lalahi; pea tauʻatāina ai ʻae tamaioʻeiki mei heʻene ʻeiki.
20 Why does He give light to the miserable, and life to the bitter soul?
“Ko e hā ʻoku tuku ai ʻae maama kiate ia ʻoku ʻi he mamahi, mo e moʻui kiate ia ʻoku laumālie mamahi;
21 Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
ʻAia ʻoku holi ki he mate, ka ʻoku ʻikai ia; pea lahi ʻene kumi ki ai ʻi heʻene kumi ki he ngaahi koloa fufū;
22 Who are glad—to joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.
ʻAkinautolu ʻoku nekeneka ʻaupito, mo fiefia, ʻoka nau ka ʻilo ʻae faʻitoka?
23 To a man whose way has been hidden, And whom God shuts up?
[Ko e hā kuo foaki ai ʻae maama ]ki he tangata kuo fakapuli hono hala, pea kuo ʻākilotoa ia ʻe he ʻOtua?
24 For before my food, my sighing comes, And my roarings [are] poured out as waters.
He ʻoku muʻomuʻa ʻeku ngaahi toʻe ki heʻeku kai, pea ko ʻeku tangi kalanga ʻoku lilingi atu ʻo hangē ko e vai.
25 For I feared a fear and it meets me, And what I was afraid of comes to me.
Hē ko e meʻa ne u manavahē lahi ki ai kuo tō ia kiate au, pea ko ia ne u ilifia ai kuo hoko mai.
26 I was not safe—nor was I quiet—Nor was I at rest—and trouble comes!”
Naʻe ʻikai te u fiemālie, pe te u mālōlō, pe te u nofo noa pe; ka naʻe hoko pe ʻae mamahi.”
