Job 3
1 At length Job opened his mouth, and cursed the day of his birth.
Ẹ̀yìn èyí ní Jobu yanu, ó sì fi ọjọ́ ìbí rẹ̀ ré
2 And Job spake and said:
Jobu sọ, ó sì wí pé,
3 Perish the day in which I was born, and the night which said, “A man-child is conceived!”
“Kí ọjọ́ tí a bí mi kí ó di ìgbàgbé, àti òru ni, nínú èyí tí a wí pé, ‘A lóyún ọmọkùnrin kan!’
4 Let that day be darkness; Let not God seek it from above; Yea, let not the light shine upon it!
Kí ọjọ́ náà kí ó já si òkùnkùn, kí Ọlọ́run kí ó má ṣe kà á sí láti ọ̀run wá; bẹ́ẹ̀ ni kí ìmọ́lẹ̀ kí ó má ṣe mọ́ sí i.
5 Let darkness and the shadow of death redeem it; Let a cloud dwell upon it; Let whatever darkeneth the day terrify it!
Kí òkùnkùn àti òjìji ikú fi ṣe ti ara wọn; kí àwọsánmọ̀ kí ó bà lé e; kí ìṣúdudu ọjọ́ kí ó pa láyà.
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!
Kí òkùnkùn kí ó ṣú bo òru náà biribiri, kí ó má ṣe yọ pẹ̀lú ọjọ́ ọdún náà: kí a má ṣe kà a mọ́ iye ọjọ́ oṣù.
7 O let that night be unfruitful! Let there be in it no voice of joy;
Kí òru náà kí ó yàgàn; kí ohun ayọ̀ kan kí ó má ṣe wọ inú rẹ̀ lọ.
8 Let them that curse the day curse it, Who are skilful to stir up the leviathan!
Kí àwọn tí í fi ọjọ́ gégùn ún kí o fi gégùn ún, tí wọ́n mura tán láti ru Lefitani sókè.
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!
Kí ìràwọ̀ òwúrọ̀ ọjọ́ rẹ̀ kí ó ṣókùnkùn; kí ó má wá ìmọ́lẹ̀, ṣùgbọ́n kí ó máa mọ́ sí i, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni kí ó má ṣe rí àfẹ̀mọ́júmọ́
10 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, And hid not trouble from mine eyes.
nítorí tí kò sé ìlẹ̀kùn inú ìyá mi, láti pa ìbànújẹ́ rẹ́ ní ojú mi.
11 Why died I not at my birth? Why did I not expire when I came forth from the womb?
“Èéṣe tí èmi kò fi kú láti inú wá, tàbí tí èmi kò kú ní ìgbà tí mo ti inú jáde wá?
12 Why did the knees receive me, And why the breasts, that I might suck?
Èéṣe tí orúnkún wá pàdé mi, tàbí ọmú tí èmi yóò mu?
13 For now should I lie down and be quiet; I should sleep; then should I be at rest,
Ǹjẹ́ nísinsin yìí èmi ìbá ti dùbúlẹ̀ jẹ́ẹ́; èmi ìbá ti sùn, èmi ìbá ti sinmi
14 With kings and counsellors of the earth, Who built up for themselves—ruins!
pẹ̀lú àwọn ọba àti ìgbìmọ̀ ayé tí wọ́n mọ ilé fún ara wọn wá dùbúlẹ̀ nínú ìsọdahoro.
15 Or with princes that had gold, And filled their houses with silver;
Tàbí pẹ̀lú àwọn ọmọ-aládé tí ó ní wúrà, tí wọ́n sì fi fàdákà kun ilé wọn.
16 Or, as a hidden untimely birth, I had perished; As infants which never saw the light.
Tàbí bí ọlẹ̀ tí a sin, èmi kì bá ti sí: bí ọmọ ìṣunú tí kò rí ìmọ́lẹ̀?
17 There the wicked cease from troubling; There the weary are at rest.
Níbẹ̀ ni ẹni búburú ṣíwọ́ ìyọnilẹ́nu, níbẹ̀ ni ẹni àárẹ̀ wà nínú ìsinmi.
18 There the prisoners rest together; They hear not the voice of the oppressor.
Níbẹ̀ ni àwọn ìgbèkùn sinmi pọ̀, wọn kò gbóhùn amúnisìn mọ́.
19 The small and the great are there, And the servant is free from his master.
Àti èwe àti àgbà wà níbẹ̀, ẹrú sì di òmìnira kúrò lọ́wọ́ olówó rẹ̀.
20 Why giveth He light to him that is in misery, And life to the bitter in soul,
“Nítorí kí ni a ṣe fi ìmọ́lẹ̀ fún òtòṣì, àti ìyè fún ọlọ́kàn kíkorò,
21 Who long for death, and it cometh not, And dig for it more than for hid treasures;
tí wọ́n dúró de ikú, ṣùgbọ́n òun kò wá, tí wọ́n wá a jù ìṣúra tí a bò mọ́lẹ̀ pamọ́ lọ.
22 Who rejoice exceedingly, Yea, exult, when they can find a grave?
Ẹni tí ó yọ̀ gidigidi, tí inú wọ́n sì dùn nígbà tí wọ́n wá ibojì òkú rí?
23 Why is light given to a man from whom the way is hid, And whom God hath hedged in?
Kí ni a fi ìmọ́lẹ̀ fún ẹni tí ọ̀nà rẹ̀ fi ara pamọ́ fún, tí Ọlọ́run sì ṣọgbà dí mọ́ ká?
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groans are poured out like water.
Nítorí pé èémí-ẹ̀dùn wà ṣáájú oúnjẹ mi; ìkérora mi sì tú jáde bí omi.
25 For that which I dread overtaketh me; That at which I shudder cometh upon me.
Nítorí pé ohun náà tí mo bẹ̀rù gidigidi ni ó dé bá mi yìí, àti ohun tí mo fòyà rẹ̀ bá mi ó sì ṣubú lù mí.
26 I have no peace, nor quiet, nor respite: Misery cometh upon me continually.
Èmi wà láìní àlàáfíà, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni èmi kò ní ìsinmi; bẹ́ẹ̀ ni èmi kò ni ìfàyàbalẹ̀, bí kò ṣe ìdààmú.”
