Job 3
1 After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed his day.
Nʼikpeazụ, onye kwuru okwu bụ Job nʼonwe ya. O kwuru okwu bụọ ụbọchị a mụrụ ya ọnụ.
2 And Job spoke, and said,
Job sịrị:
3 Let the day perish in which I was born, and the night [in which] it was said, There is a man child conceived.
“Ka ụbọchị ahụ amụrụ m bụrụ ụbọchị lara nʼiyi; ya na abalị ahụ e kwuru sị, ‘Atụrụ ime nwa nwoke.’
4 Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
Ụbọchị ahụ, ka ọ ghọọ ọchịchịrị: ka Chineke site nʼelu ghara ịjụ ase ya; ka ìhè gharakwa ịmụkwasị ya.
5 Let darkness and the shades of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
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 As [for] that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined to the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
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, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.
Ka abalị ụbọchị ahụ bụrụ ụbọchị tọgbọrọ nʼefu, ka a ghara ịnụ mkpu ọṅụ ọbụla nʼime ya.
8 Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
Ka ndị ahụ na-abụ ụbọchị ọnụ bụọ ụbọchị ahụ ọnụ, bụ ndị ahụ jikeere ịkpọte Leviatan.
9 Let the stars of its twilight be dark; let it look for light, but [have] none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
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 prevented not my birth, nor hid sorrow from my eyes.
nʼihi na o mechighị akpanwa nne m, i zonarịkwa anya m nsogbu.
11 Why died I not from the womb? [why] did I [not] expire at the time of my birth?
“Gịnị mere m ji hapụ ịnwụ mgbe ahụ nne m mụpụtara m, kubie ume mgbe m si nʼime akpanwa pụta?
12 Why did the knees receive me? or why the breasts that I should be nursed?
Gịnị mere ikpere ji dịrị ịnabata m? Gịnị mere ara ji dịrị i ji zụọ m?
13 For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: 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 built desolate places for themselves;
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 princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
mụ na ụmụ ndị ikom eze, ndị nwere ọlaedo, ndị jikwa ọlaọcha kpojuo ụlọ ha.
16 Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants [which] 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 wicked cease [from] troubling; and there the weary are at rest.
Nʼebe ahụ ka ndị na-emebi iwu na-akwụsị iweta ọgbaaghara, nʼebe ahụ ka ndị ike gwụrụ na-ezu ike.
18 [There] the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
Ebe ahụ ka ndị nọ nʼagbụ na-enwere onwe ha, ha adịghị anụkwa ịba mba nke ndị na-eji aka ike achị ha.
19 The small and great are there; and the servant [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 Why is light given to him that is in misery, and life to the bitter [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, but it [cometh] not; and dig for it more than for 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 exceedingly, [and] are glad, when they can find the grave?
ndị jupụtara nʼọṅụ, na-aṅụrị ọṅụ mgbe ha rịdaruru nʼili?
23 [Why is light given] to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
Gịnị mere e ji enye mmadụ ndụ; bụ onye ahụ ụzọ ya zoro ezo, onye Chineke mechibidoro ụzọ?
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
Nʼihi na ịma ọsụ aghọọla ihe oriri m kwa ụbọchị; ịsụ ude m na-awụpụtakwa dịka mmiri.
25 For the thing which I greatly feared hath come upon me, and that which I dreaded hath come to me.
Ihe m tụrụ egwu ya abịakwasịla m, ihe m tụrụ ụjọ ya bụ ihe bịakwasịrị m.
26 I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.
Enweghị m udo, anọkwaghị m jụụ, enweghị m izuike, naanị ọgbaaghara.”
