Job 3
1 After this hath Job opened his mouth, and revileth his day.
Afterward Iob opened his mouth, and cursed his day.
2 And Job answereth and saith: —
And Iob cryed out, and sayd,
3 Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: 'A man-child hath been conceived.'
Let the day perish, wherein I was borne, and the night when it was sayde, There is a man childe conceiued.
4 That day — let it be darkness, Let not God require it from above, Nor let light shine upon it.
Let that day bee darkenesse, let not God regarde it from aboue, neyther let the light shine vpon it,
5 Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.
But let darkenesse, and the shadowe of death staine it: let the cloude remayne vpon it, and let them make it fearefull as a bitter day.
6 That night — let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Into the number of months let it not come.
Let darkenesse possesse that night, let it not be ioyned vnto the dayes of the yeere, nor let it come into the count of the moneths.
7 Lo! that night — let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it.
Yea, desolate be that night, and let no ioy be in it.
8 Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.
Let them that curse the day, (being readie to renue their mourning) curse it.
9 Let the stars of its twilight be dark, Let it wait for light, and there is none, And let it not look on the eyelids of the dawn.
Let the starres of that twilight be dimme through darkenesse of it: let it looke for light, but haue none: neither let it see the dawning of the day,
10 Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.
Because it shut not vp the dores of my mothers wombe: nor hid sorowe from mine eyes.
11 Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!
Why died I not in the birth? or why dyed I not, when I came out of the wombe?
12 Wherefore have knees been before me? And what [are] breasts, that I suck?
Why did the knees preuent me? and why did I sucke the breasts?
13 For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept — then there is rest to me,
For so shoulde I now haue lyen and bene quiet, I should haue slept then, and bene at rest,
14 With kings and counsellors of earth, These building wastes for themselves.
With the Kings and counselers of the earth, which haue buylded themselues desolate places:
15 Or with princes — they have gold, They are filling their houses [with] silver.
Or with the princes that had golde, and haue filled their houses with siluer.
16 (Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants — they have not seen light.)
Or why was I not hid, as an vntimely birth, either as infants, which haue not seene the light?
17 There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power.
The wicked haue there ceased from their tyrannie, and there they that laboured valiantly, are at rest.
18 Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,
The prisoners rest together, and heare not the voyce of the oppressour.
19 Small and great [are] there the same. And a servant [is] free from his lord.
There are small and great, and the seruant is free from his master.
20 Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?
Wherefore is the light giuen to him that is in miserie? and life vnto them that haue heauie hearts?
21 Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
Which long for death, and if it come not, they would euen search it more then treasures:
22 Who are glad — unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.
Which ioy for gladnes, and reioyce, when they can finde the graue.
23 To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up?
Why is the light giuen to the man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
24 For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters [are] my roarings.
For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
25 For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me.
For the thing I feared, is come vpon me, and the thing that I was afraid of, is come vnto me.
26 I was not safe — nor was I quiet — Nor was I at rest — and trouble cometh!
I had no peace, neither had I quietnesse, neither had I rest, yet trouble is come.
