Job 3
1 At length Job opened his mouth, and cursed the day of his birth.
Le esia megbe la, Hiob ke nu eye wòƒo fi de eƒe dzigbe.
2 And Job spake and said:
Egblɔ be,
3 Perish the day in which I was born, and the night which said, “A man-child is conceived!”
“Ŋkeke si dzi wodzim la netsrɔ̃, nenema ke nye zã si me wogblɔ be, ‘Wodzi viŋutsu na mí!’
4 Let that day be darkness; Let not God seek it from above; Yea, let not the light shine upon it!
Ŋkeke ma nezu viviti, Mawu si le dziƒo la megatsɔ ɖeke le eme nɛ o, kekeli aɖeke megaklẽ ɖe edzi o.
5 Let darkness and the shadow of death redeem it; Let a cloud dwell upon it; Let whatever darkeneth the day terrify it!
Viviti kple blukɔ tsiɖitsiɖi negaxɔe, lilikpo netsyɔ edzi eye blukɔ nedo ɖe eƒe kekeli dzi.
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!
Viviti tsiɖitsiɖi nexɔ zã ma eye womegaxlẽe ɖe ƒea ƒe ŋkekewo me alo woadee ɣleti aɖeke ƒe ŋkekewo me o.
7 O let that night be unfruitful! Let there be in it no voice of joy;
Zã ma netsi ko eye dzidzɔɣli aɖeke megaɖi le eme o.
8 Let them that curse the day curse it, Who are skilful to stir up the leviathan!
Ame siwo ƒoa fi dea ŋkekewo la, neƒo fi de ŋkeke ma, ame siwo le klalo be woade adã ta me na ʋɔ driba la.
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!
Eƒe ŋukeɣletiviwo nedo viviti, kekeli si lalam wòle la megado nɛ o eye megakpɔ fɔŋli ƒe ɣetotoe gbãtɔwo o,
10 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, And hid not trouble from mine eyes.
elabena metu vidzidɔ ƒe ʋɔtruwo ɖe nunye, be nye ŋkuwo makpɔ dzɔgbevɔ̃e o.
11 Why died I not at my birth? Why did I not expire when I came forth from the womb?
“Nu ka ŋuti nyemeku le nye dzigbe eye maku hafi ado tso vidzidɔ me o?
12 Why did the knees receive me, And why the breasts, that I might suck?
Nu ka ta ata aɖewo le klalo be woakɔm ɖe akɔ eye no aɖewo li be mano?
13 For now should I lie down and be quiet; I should sleep; then should I be at rest,
Anye ne memlɔ anyi le ŋutifafa me, le alɔ̃ dɔm, le ɖiɖim ɖe eme.
14 With kings and counsellors of the earth, Who built up for themselves—ruins!
Anye ne mele fiawo kple aɖaŋuɖola siwo le anyigba dzi la gbɔ, ame siwo tu xɔ gã siwo zu aƒedo azɔ la na wo ɖokuiwo.
15 Or with princes that had gold, And filled their houses with silver;
Anye ne mele dziɖula siwo si sika le eye woƒe aƒewo me yɔ fũu kple klosalo la gbɔ.
16 Or, as a hidden untimely birth, I had perished; As infants which never saw the light.
Alo nu ka ta womeɖim ɖe tome abe fu gege ene, abe vidzĩ si mekpɔ ɣe kpɔ o la ene o?
17 There the wicked cease from troubling; There the weary are at rest.
Afi ma ame vɔ̃ɖiwo dzudzɔa nyanyra le eye afi ma ame siwo nu ti kɔ na la le gbɔgbɔm ɖe eme le.
18 There the prisoners rest together; They hear not the voice of the oppressor.
Aʋaléleawo hã nɔa ablɔɖe me eye womegasea dɔdzikpɔlawo ƒe ɣli o.
19 The small and the great are there, And the servant is free from his master.
Ame gblɔewo kple amegãwo siaa le afi ma eye kluvi kpɔa ablɔɖe tso eƒe aƒetɔ ƒe asi me.
20 Why giveth He light to him that is in misery, And life to the bitter in soul,
“Nu ka tae kekeli klẽna na ayaɖulawo eye wònaa agbe luʋɔ si le nu xam?
21 Who long for death, and it cometh not, And dig for it more than for hid treasures;
Nu ka ta wòna agbe ame siwo le ku dim, evɔ mevana na wo o kple ame siwo le edim vevie wu kesinɔnu si woɣla
22 Who rejoice exceedingly, Yea, exult, when they can find a grave?
kple ame siwo kpɔa dzidzɔ, tsoa aseye ne woɖo yɔdo me?
23 Why is light given to a man from whom the way is hid, And whom God hath hedged in?
Nu ka ŋutie wòna agbe ame si ƒe mɔwo le ɣaɣla kple ame si ŋuti Mawu tɔ kpɔ ɖo?
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groans are poured out like water.
Elabena hũɖeɖe xɔ ɖe nuɖuɖu teƒe eye nye ŋeŋe ƒona ɖi abe tsi ene.
25 For that which I dread overtaketh me; That at which I shudder cometh upon me.
Nu si mevɔ̃ na la va dzinye eye nu si dzi ŋɔ nam la dzɔ ɖe dzinye.
26 I have no peace, nor quiet, nor respite: Misery cometh upon me continually.
Nyemekpɔ ŋutifafa, tomefafa alo gbɔɖeme aɖeke o, negbe ʋunyaʋunya ko.”
