Job 3
1 After this, opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
μετὰ τοῦτο ἤνοιξεν Ιωβ τὸ στόμα αὐτοῦ
2 So then Job began, and said:
καὶ κατηράσατο τὴν ἡμέραν αὐτοῦ λέγων
3 Perish, the day wherein I was born, and the night it was said, Lo! a manchild!
ἀπόλοιτο ἡ ἡμέρα ἐν ᾗ ἐγεννήθην καὶ ἡ νύξ ἐν ᾗ εἶπαν ἰδοὺ ἄρσεν
4 That day, be it darkness, —Let not God enquire after it from above, May there shine upon it no clear beam:
ἡ ἡμέρα ἐκείνη εἴη σκότος καὶ μὴ ἀναζητήσαι αὐτὴν ὁ κύριος ἄνωθεν μηδὲ ἔλθοι εἰς αὐτὴν φέγγος
5 Let darkness and death-shade buy it back, May there settle down upon it a cloud, Let a day’s dark eclipse cause it terror:
ἐκλάβοι δὲ αὐτὴν σκότος καὶ σκιὰ θανάτου ἐπέλθοι ἐπ’ αὐτὴν γνόφος
6 That night, darkness take it, —May it not rejoice among the days of the year, Into the number of months, let it not enter.
καταραθείη ἡ ἡμέρα καὶ ἡ νὺξ ἐκείνη ἀπενέγκαιτο αὐτὴν σκότος μὴ εἴη εἰς ἡμέρας ἐνιαυτοῦ μηδὲ ἀριθμηθείη εἰς ἡμέρας μηνῶν
7 Lo! that night, be it barren, Let no joyous shouting enter therein:
ἀλλὰ ἡ νὺξ ἐκείνη εἴη ὀδύνη καὶ μὴ ἔλθοι ἐπ’ αὐτὴν εὐφροσύνη μηδὲ χαρμονή
8 Let day-cursers denounce it, Those skilled in rousing the dragon of the sky:
ἀλλὰ καταράσαιτο αὐτὴν ὁ καταρώμενος τὴν ἡμέραν ἐκείνην ὁ μέλλων τὸ μέγα κῆτος χειρώσασθαι
9 Darkened be the stars of its twilight, —Let it wait for light, and there be none, neither let it see the eyelashes of the dawn:
σκοτωθείη τὰ ἄστρα τῆς νυκτὸς ἐκείνης ὑπομείναι καὶ εἰς φωτισμὸν μὴ ἔλθοι καὶ μὴ ἴδοι ἑωσφόρον ἀνατέλλοντα
10 Because it closed not the doors of the womb wherein I was, and so hid trouble from mine eyes.
ὅτι οὐ συνέκλεισεν πύλας γαστρὸς μητρός μου ἀπήλλαξεν γὰρ ἂν πόνον ἀπὸ ὀφθαλμῶν μου
11 Wherefore, in the womb, did I not die? From the womb, come forth and cease to breathe?
διὰ τί γὰρ ἐν κοιλίᾳ οὐκ ἐτελεύτησα ἐκ γαστρὸς δὲ ἐξῆλθον καὶ οὐκ εὐθὺς ἀπωλόμην
12 For what reason, were there prepared for me—knees? and why—breasts, that I might suck?
ἵνα τί δὲ συνήντησάν μοι γόνατα ἵνα τί δὲ μαστοὺς ἐθήλασα
13 Surely, at once, had I lain down, and been quiet, I had fallen asleep, then, had I been at rest:
νῦν ἂν κοιμηθεὶς ἡσύχασα ὑπνώσας δὲ ἀνεπαυσάμην
14 With kings, and counselors of the earth, who had built them pyramids:
μετὰ βασιλέων βουλευτῶν γῆς οἳ ἠγαυριῶντο ἐπὶ ξίφεσιν
15 Or with rulers possessing, gold, —Who had filled their houses with silver:
ἢ μετὰ ἀρχόντων ὧν πολὺς ὁ χρυσός οἳ ἔπλησαν τοὺς οἴκους αὐτῶν ἀργυρίου
16 Or that, like an untimely birth hidden away, I had not come into being, like infants that never saw light:
ἢ ὥσπερ ἔκτρωμα ἐκπορευόμενον ἐκ μήτρας μητρὸς ἢ ὥσπερ νήπιοι οἳ οὐκ εἶδον φῶς
17 There, the lawless, cease from raging, and there the toil-worn are at rest:
ἐκεῖ ἀσεβεῖς ἐξέκαυσαν θυμὸν ὀργῆς ἐκεῖ ἀνεπαύσαντο κατάκοποι τῷ σώματι
18 At once are prisoners at peace, they hear not the voice of a driver:
ὁμοθυμαδὸν δὲ οἱ αἰώνιοι οὐκ ἤκουσαν φωνὴν φορολόγου
19 Small and great, there, they are, and, the slave, is free from his master.
μικρὸς καὶ μέγας ἐκεῖ ἐστιν καὶ θεράπων οὐ δεδοικὼς τὸν κύριον αὐτοῦ
20 Wherefore give, to the wretched, light? Or, life, to the embittered in soul?—
ἵνα τί γὰρ δέδοται τοῖς ἐν πικρίᾳ φῶς ζωὴ δὲ ταῖς ἐν ὀδύναις ψυχαῖς
21 Who long for death, and it is not, And have digged for it, beyond hid treasures:
οἳ ὁμείρονται τοῦ θανάτου καὶ οὐ τυγχάνουσιν ἀνορύσσοντες ὥσπερ θησαυρούς
22 Who rejoice unto exultation, Are glad, when they can find the grave:
περιχαρεῖς δὲ ἐγένοντο ἐὰν κατατύχωσιν
23 To a man, whose way is concealed, And GOD hath straitly enclosed him?
θάνατος ἀνδρὶ ἀνάπαυμα συνέκλεισεν γὰρ ὁ θεὸς κατ’ αὐτοῦ
24 For, in the face of my food, my sighing, cometh in, and, poured out like the water, are my groans:
πρὸ γὰρ τῶν σίτων μου στεναγμός μοι ἥκει δακρύω δὲ ἐγὼ συνεχόμενος φόβῳ
25 For, a dread, I dreaded, and it hath come upon me, and, that from which I shrank, hath overtaken me.
φόβος γάρ ὃν ἐφρόντισα ἦλθέν μοι καὶ ὃν ἐδεδοίκειν συνήντησέν μοι
26 I was not careless, nor was I secure, nor had I settled down, —when there came—consternation!
οὔτε εἰρήνευσα οὔτε ἡσύχασα οὔτε ἀνεπαυσάμην ἦλθεν δέ μοι ὀργή
