Job 3
1 At length Job opened his mouth, and cursed the day of his birth.
Afterward Iob opened his mouth, and cursed his day.
2 And Job spake and said:
And Iob cryed out, and sayd,
3 Perish the day in which I was born, and the night which said, “A man-child is conceived!”
Let the day perish, wherein I was borne, and the night when it was sayde, There is a man childe conceiued.
4 Let that day be darkness; Let not God seek it from above; Yea, let not the light shine upon it!
Let that day bee darkenesse, let not God regarde it from aboue, neyther let the light shine vpon it,
5 Let darkness and the shadow of death redeem it; Let a cloud dwell upon it; Let whatever darkeneth the day terrify it!
But let darkenesse, and the shadowe of death staine it: let the cloude remayne vpon it, and let them make it fearefull as a bitter day.
6 As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; Let it not rejoice among the days of the year; Let it not come into the number of the months!
Let darkenesse possesse that night, let it not be ioyned vnto the dayes of the yeere, nor let it come into the count of the moneths.
7 O let that night be unfruitful! Let there be in it no voice of joy;
Yea, desolate be that night, and let no ioy be in it.
8 Let them that curse the day curse it, Who are skilful to stir up the leviathan!
Let them that curse the day, (being readie to renue their mourning) curse it.
9 Let the stars of its twilight be darkened; Let it long for light, and have none; Neither let it see the eyelashes of the morning!
Let the starres of that twilight be dimme through darkenesse of it: let it looke for light, but haue none: neither let it see the dawning of the day,
10 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, And hid not trouble from mine eyes.
Because it shut not vp the dores of my mothers wombe: nor hid sorowe from mine eyes.
11 Why died I not at my birth? Why did I not expire when I came forth from the womb?
Why died I not in the birth? or why dyed I not, when I came out of the wombe?
12 Why did the knees receive me, And why the breasts, that I might suck?
Why did the knees preuent me? and why did I sucke the breasts?
13 For now should I lie down and be quiet; I should sleep; then should I be at rest,
For so shoulde I now haue lyen and bene quiet, I should haue slept then, and bene at rest,
14 With kings and counsellors of the earth, Who built up for themselves—ruins!
With the Kings and counselers of the earth, which haue buylded themselues desolate places:
15 Or with princes that had gold, And filled their houses with silver;
Or with the princes that had golde, and haue filled their houses with siluer.
16 Or, as a hidden untimely birth, I had perished; As infants which never saw the light.
Or why was I not hid, as an vntimely birth, either as infants, which haue not seene the light?
17 There the wicked cease from troubling; There the weary are at rest.
The wicked haue there ceased from their tyrannie, and there they that laboured valiantly, are at rest.
18 There the prisoners rest together; They hear not the voice of the oppressor.
The prisoners rest together, and heare not the voyce of the oppressour.
19 The small and the great are there, And the servant is free from his master.
There are small and great, and the seruant is free from his master.
20 Why giveth He light to him that is in misery, And life to the bitter in soul,
Wherefore is the light giuen to him that is in miserie? and life vnto them that haue heauie hearts?
21 Who long for death, and it cometh not, And dig for it more than for hid treasures;
Which long for death, and if it come not, they would euen search it more then treasures:
22 Who rejoice exceedingly, Yea, exult, when they can find a grave?
Which ioy for gladnes, and reioyce, when they can finde the graue.
23 Why is light given to a man from whom the way is hid, And whom God hath hedged in?
Why is the light giuen to the man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groans are poured out like water.
For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
25 For that which I dread overtaketh me; That at which I shudder cometh upon me.
For the thing I feared, is come vpon me, and the thing that I was afraid of, is come vnto me.
26 I have no peace, nor quiet, nor respite: Misery cometh upon me continually.
I had no peace, neither had I quietnesse, neither had I rest, yet trouble is come.
