Job 3
1 After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed his day.
Hathnukkhu, Job ni a pahni dawk hoi a khenae hnin hah thoe a bo.
2 Job answered:
Job ni ati e teh,
3 "Let the day perish in which I was born, the night which said, 'A man is conceived.'
ka khenae hnin hah kahmat pawiteh, capa a vawn ati e tangmin hai kahmat pawiteh,
4 Let that day be darkness. May God above not care about it, neither let the light shine on it.
Hatnae hnin hah hmonae lah awm pawiteh, Cathut ni lathueng lahoi khen hanh naseh. Hoehpawiteh, angnae ang hanh naseh.
5 Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. Let a cloud dwell on it. Let the blackness of the day terrify it.
Hmonae hoi duenae tâhlip ni ramuk naseh, tâmai ni ramuk e, kanîthun e hmonae ni pakhi naseh.
6 As for that night, let thick darkness seize on it. Let it not rejoice among the days of the year. Let it not come into the number of the months.
Hatnae tangmin hah hmonae ni kuen naseh, hatnae kum dawk e hninnaw dawkvah lunghawi van hanh naseh. Thapa touknae dawk hai bawk hanh naseh.
7 Look, let that night be barren. Let no joyful voice come in it.
Oe, hatnae tangmin hah kingkadi e tangmin lah awm pawiteh, lunghawinae kamthang pai hanh naseh.
8 Let them curse it who curse the day, who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
Tuitam thaw sak hane coungkacoe kaawmnaw ni, hatnae hnin hah, thoekâbonaw ni thoebo awh naseh.
9 Let the stars of its twilight be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, neither let it see the eyelids of the morning,
Hatnae tangmin amom lae âsi hah mawm naseh, angnae hah tawng awh naseh. Hateiteh, hmawt awh hanh naseh. Kanî a tâco e hai, hmawt hanh naseh.
10 because it did not shut up the doors of my mother's womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
Bangkongtetpawiteh, anu e thun hah khan hoeh eiteh, ka mithmu vah, ka lungmathoenae hah kâhrawk hoeh.
11 "Why did I not die from the womb? Why did I not give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
Bangkongmaw ka tâco tahma vah, ka due hoeh va. Bangkongmaw von dawk hoi ka tâco nah, kahmakata hoeh va.
12 Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
Bangkongmaw phai dawk tawm e lah ka o, bangkongmaw ka nei hane sanutui na pânei.
13 For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,
Bangkongtetpawiteh, ka i vaiteh, karoumcalah ka o han ei, mat ka i vaiteh, ka kâhat hane boum.
14 with kings and counselors of the earth, who built up waste places for themselves;
Talai siangpahrang hoi khokhangkungnaw, ka rawk e bout ka kangdout sakkungnaw hoi vah,
15 or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
hoehpawiteh, sui ka tawn e tami ka lentoe e, a im dawk ngun hoi kakawi sak naw hoi vah,
16 or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, as infants who never saw light.
hoehpawiteh, thakoup hoehnahlan ka khe e camo, angnae kahmawt boihoeh e, camo patetlah, kapawk e lah ka o hoeh va.
17 There the wicked cease from troubling. There the weary are at rest.
Hawvah tamikathoutnaw ni, runae a sak e hah a kâhat awh teh, hawvah thakatawnnaw hah a kâhat awh.
18 There the prisoners are at ease together. They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.
Hawvah thongkabawt e cungtalah a kâhat awh teh, repcoungroe pawlawk hai thai hoeh toe.
19 The small and the great are there. The servant is free from his master.
Hawvah tami kathoung kalen naw cungtalah ao awh teh, a sannaw hah a bawi koehoi a hlout.
20 "Why is light given to him who is in misery, life to the bitter in soul,
Bangkongmaw runae ka khang e koevah, angnae poe e lah ao teh, bangdawkmaw a lung ka mathout e koe hringnae hah poe e lah ao.
21 Who long for death, but it doesn't come; and dig for it more than for hidden treasures,
Due han a ngai poung, hateiteh, tho hoeh. Pakawp e râw hlak vah, hoe ka pataw e ka tawng e,
22 who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
phuen a hmu awh navah, dei thai hoeh e a lung kahawi katang e koevah,
23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, whom God has hedged in?
bangdawkmaw a lamthung hro lah kaawm e koevah, angnae hah poe e lah ao. Cathut ni rapan hoi kalupsin e koevah,
24 For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
Bangkongtetpawiteh, rawca yueng lah ka cingou teh ka khuikanae mitphi hai tui ka lawng e palang patetlah doeh ao.
25 For the thing which I fear comes on me, That which I am afraid of comes to me.
Bangkongtetpawiteh, ka takipoung e hah, ka tak dawk a pha teh, ka ngaihri poung e ni na thosin.
26 I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest; but trouble comes."
Ka phunep hoeh dawk duem kaawm thai hoeh. Kâhat panuek hoeh, bangkongtetpawiteh, rucatnae ni a pha telah ati.
