Job 3
1 After this, opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
Nʼikpeazụ, onye kwuru okwu bụ Job nʼonwe ya. O kwuru okwu bụọ ụbọchị a mụrụ ya ọnụ.
2 So then Job began, and said:
Job sịrị:
3 Perish, the day wherein I was born, and the night it was said, Lo! a manchild!
“Ka ụbọchị ahụ amụrụ m bụrụ ụbọchị lara nʼiyi; ya na abalị ahụ e kwuru sị, ‘Atụrụ ime nwa nwoke.’
4 That day, be it darkness, —Let not God enquire after it from above, May there shine upon it no clear beam:
Ụbọchị ahụ, ka ọ ghọọ ọchịchịrị: ka Chineke site nʼelu ghara ịjụ ase ya; ka ìhè gharakwa ịmụkwasị ya.
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:
Ka ọchịchịrị na onyinyo ọnwụ gbara ụbọchị ahụ dịka ụbọchị nke aka ya, ka igwe ojii kpuchigidekwa ya, ka ọchịchịrị kpuchie ya nʼebe ọ dị ukwuu.
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.
Abalị ahụ, ka oke ọchịchịrị kpuchie ya, ka a kachapụ ya, ka ọ hapụ ịbụkwa ụbọchị a ga-agụkọ ya na ụbọchị ndị ọzọ nʼafọ, ka ọ ghara dịka otu ụbọchị nke na-adị nʼọnwa.
7 Lo! that night, be it barren, Let no joyous shouting enter therein:
Ka abalị ụbọchị ahụ bụrụ ụbọchị tọgbọrọ nʼefu, ka a ghara ịnụ mkpu ọṅụ ọbụla nʼime ya.
8 Let day-cursers denounce it, Those skilled in rousing the dragon of the sky:
Ka ndị ahụ na-abụ ụbọchị ọnụ bụọ ụbọchị ahụ ọnụ, bụ ndị ahụ jikeere ịkpọte Leviatan.
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:
Ka kpakpando ụtụtụ ya gbaa ọchịchịrị, ka o lee anya ìhè na-efu, ka ọ ghara ihu mgbubere anya nke chi ọbụbọ,
10 Because it closed not the doors of the womb wherein I was, and so hid trouble from mine eyes.
nʼihi na o mechighị akpanwa nne m, i zonarịkwa anya m nsogbu.
11 Wherefore, in the womb, did I not die? From the womb, come forth and cease to breathe?
“Gịnị mere m ji hapụ ịnwụ mgbe ahụ nne m mụpụtara m, kubie ume mgbe m si nʼime akpanwa pụta?
12 For what reason, were there prepared for me—knees? and why—breasts, that I might suck?
Gịnị mere ikpere ji dịrị ịnabata m? Gịnị mere ara ji dịrị i ji zụọ m?
13 Surely, at once, had I lain down, and been quiet, I had fallen asleep, then, had I been at rest:
Nʼihi na ugbu a, agara m idina nʼudo; agaara m anọ nʼụra na izuike,
14 With kings, and counselors of the earth, who had built them pyramids:
mụ na ndị eze na ndị ọchịchị nke ụwa, ndị rụkwaara onwe ha ebe obibi dị iche iche nke tọgbọọrọ nʼefu ugbu a,
15 Or with rulers possessing, gold, —Who had filled their houses with silver:
mụ na ụmụ ndị ikom eze, ndị nwere ọlaedo, ndị jikwa ọlaọcha kpojuo ụlọ ha.
16 Or that, like an untimely birth hidden away, I had not come into being, like infants that never saw light:
Ọ bụ gịnị mere e zofughị m nʼala dịka nwantakịrị a mụkworo amụkwo, dịka nwa ọhụrụ nke na-ahụghị ìhè nke ụbọchị anya?
17 There, the lawless, cease from raging, and there the toil-worn are at rest:
Nʼebe ahụ ka ndị na-emebi iwu na-akwụsị iweta ọgbaaghara, nʼebe ahụ ka ndị ike gwụrụ na-ezu ike.
18 At once are prisoners at peace, they hear not the voice of a driver:
Ebe ahụ ka ndị nọ nʼagbụ na-enwere onwe ha, ha adịghị anụkwa ịba mba nke ndị na-eji aka ike achị ha.
19 Small and great, there, they are, and, the slave, is free from his master.
Ebe ahụ ka ndị ukwu na ndị nta nọ; ebe ahụ kwa ka ohu na-enwere onwe ya kpamkpam site nʼaka onye nwe ya.
20 Wherefore give, to the wretched, light? Or, life, to the embittered in soul?—
“Nʼihi gịnị ka e ji enye ndị nọ nʼọnọdụ nhụju anya ìhè? Gịnị bụ uru ndụ nye onye mkpụrụobi ya jupụtara nʼihe ilu?
21 Who long for death, and it is not, And have digged for it, beyond hid treasures:
Gịnị bụ uru ya nye ndị na-echere ọnwụ ma ọ dịghị abịa, ee, ndị na-achọsi ọnwụ ike karịa akụ e zoro ezo,
22 Who rejoice unto exultation, Are glad, when they can find the grave:
ndị jupụtara nʼọṅụ, na-aṅụrị ọṅụ mgbe ha rịdaruru nʼili?
23 To a man, whose way is concealed, And GOD hath straitly enclosed him?
Gịnị mere e ji enye mmadụ ndụ; bụ onye ahụ ụzọ ya zoro ezo, onye Chineke mechibidoro ụzọ?
24 For, in the face of my food, my sighing, cometh in, and, poured out like the water, are my groans:
Nʼihi na ịma ọsụ aghọọla ihe oriri m kwa ụbọchị; ịsụ ude m na-awụpụtakwa dịka mmiri.
25 For, a dread, I dreaded, and it hath come upon me, and, that from which I shrank, hath overtaken me.
Ihe m tụrụ egwu ya abịakwasịla m, ihe m tụrụ ụjọ ya bụ ihe bịakwasịrị m.
26 I was not careless, nor was I secure, nor had I settled down, —when there came—consternation!
Enweghị m udo, anọkwaghị m jụụ, enweghị m izuike, naanị ọgbaaghara.”
