Job 3
1 After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed the day of his birth.
Ana'ma hutegeno'a Jopu'a agira reaka huno nerera'ma kasente'nea knamofona hu haviza hunteno,
2 Job answered:
amanage huno hu'ne,
3 “Let the day perish in which I was born, the night which said, ‘There is a boy conceived.’
nenarera'ma kasenante'nea knamo'a omanegeno, ese'ma nenarera arimpafima fore'ma nehugeno ne' fore hugahie hu'nea kenagemo'a omaneasina knare hisine.
4 Let that day be darkness. Don’t let God from above seek for it, neither let the light shine on it.
Hagi atregeno e'i ana knamo'a hani fore nehigeno, zagemo'a remsa hunontegeno Anumzamo'enema ana knama kegavama osiresina knare hisine.
5 Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. Let a cloud dwell on it. Let all that makes the day black terrify it.
Hagi e'i ana knama kumazu hanimo'ma kintrako nehigeno, hampoma kino refitentegeno hanintirima huno ana knama azeri koroma hiasina knare hisine.
6 As for that night, let thick darkness seize on it. Let it not rejoice among the days of the year. Let it not come into the number of the months.
Hagi e'i ana kenage'ma fore'ma hu'noa kenage'ma fore osigeno, mago kafumofo knaramima nehamprizafina ohamprige, ikamofo knama hamprizafina ohamprizaresina knare hisine.
7 Behold, let that night be barren. Let no joyful voice come therein.
Hagi e'i ana kenagera kasefa mofavrea forera osigeno, vahe'mo'za musena osazasina knare hisine.
8 Let them curse it who curse the day, who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
Hagi kazusima huzante'ma ugotama hu'naza vahe'mo'zama kazusima hazageno, hagerimpima tusizaga krokotairima azeri oneti'za ana knama kazusima huntazaresina knare hisine.
9 Let the stars of its twilight be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, neither let it see the eyelids of the morning,
Hagi ko'matu hanafimo'a remsa huontegeno, masagura amuhara hugahianagi, amnezampi amuhara nehuno nanterama segeno'ma ko'manetia zana onkeresina knare hisine.
10 because it didn’t shut up the doors of my mother’s womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
Hagi ana knarera nenrerana arimpa erigigeno, kaseonantege'na ama hazenkeramina onkoasina knare hisine.
11 “Why didn’t I die from the womb? Why didn’t I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
Hagi nagra nerera agu'afima fri'nogeno kasenantege, kasemanantea kna zupama fruresina knare hisine.
12 Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should nurse?
Nahigeno nenrera'a amotera navrentege'na mani'nogeno ami'na nami'ne?
13 For now I should have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,
Hagi nenrera'ma kasemanantea knazupama frusina, menina mago knazana onke fri'na knare hu'na mani fru husine.
14 with kings and counselors of the earth, who built up waste places for themselves;
Kini vahetamine, mago mago mopare'ma kegavama hu'naza vahetamima frizageno'ma knare nonkumazmimo'ma menima havizama huno me'nea vahetaminema frina umanigasa huresina knare hiresine.
15 or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver;
Ana nehu'na goline silvanema nozmifima antevite'naza ugagota kva vahetmimo'zama fri'naza vahe'enema menina manigasa huresina knare hisine.
16 or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, as infants who never saw light.
Hagi nahigeno nenarera'a fri mofavrea kasenantege'na masa onke'na ofri'noe?
17 There the wicked cease from troubling. There the weary are at rest.
Na'ankure kefo avu'ava'ma nehaza vahe'mo'zane nomani zampima amuhoma nehu'za maraguzamati'za e'naza vahe'mo'zanena fri vahe kumapina mani fru nehaze.
18 There the prisoners are at ease together. They don’t hear the voice of the taskmaster.
Hagi kazokzo eri'zama e'neriza vahe'mo'zama fri'za fri vahe kumapima vazana, kegava huzmante vahera omanizage'za knare hu'za ana kumapina mani fru nehaze.
19 The small and the great are there. The servant is free from his master.
Feno vahe'ene zamunte omne vahe'enena anampi manizageno, kazo kazo eri'za vahetmina kvazmia omani'ne.
20 “Why is light given to him who is in misery, life to the bitter in soul,
Nagafare knazampima mani'naza vahe'ene hazenkefima nemaniza vahera tavira nezaminka nomanizazmimo'ma amuhoma nehia vahera zamatranke'za zamasimura eri'za nemanize?
21 who long for death, but it doesn’t come; and dig for it more than for hidden treasures,
Fri'zanku'ma avega antaza vahe'mo'za nofrize. Hagi knare zama mopa agu'afima me'nege'za keri kafi'za hakazaza hu'za fri'zankura nehakraze.
22 who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
Hagi ana vahe'ma frizage'za asezmantage'za tusi muse nehaze.
23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?
Nagafare nomani zamo'ma amuhoma huntea vahera remsa hunteno Anumzamo'a asimura amigeno mani'negeno, hazenkezanura azeri kanegie?
24 For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
Ra nasimu'ma nente'na kragi'ma neruna zavi'ma atoazamo'a tinkna huno navunumo'a herafiramige'na ne'zana one'noe.
25 For the thing which I fear comes on me, that which I am afraid of comes to me.
Koro'ma hunentoa zamo navatera ne-egeno, nagogogu'ma nehua zamo nagritera fore huno nazeri haviza nehie.
26 I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither do I have rest; but trouble comes.”
Nagra mani fru hu'na manirava nohe'na manigasa nosuanki, hazenkefi manivava nehue.
