Ἰώβ 3
1 μετὰ τοῦτο ἤνοιξεν Ιωβ τὸ στόμα αὐτοῦ
After this hath Job opened his mouth, and revileth his day.
2 καὶ κατηράσατο τὴν ἡμέραν αὐτοῦ λέγων
And Job answereth and saith: —
3 ἀπόλοιτο ἡ ἡμέρα ἐν ᾗ ἐγεννήθην καὶ ἡ νύξ ἐν ᾗ εἶπαν ἰδοὺ ἄρσεν
Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: 'A man-child hath been conceived.'
4 ἡ ἡμέρα ἐκείνη εἴη σκότος καὶ μὴ ἀναζητήσαι αὐτὴν ὁ κύριος ἄνωθεν μηδὲ ἔλθοι εἰς αὐτὴν φέγγος
That day — let it be darkness, Let not God require it from above, Nor let light shine upon it.
5 ἐκλάβοι δὲ αὐτὴν σκότος καὶ σκιὰ θανάτου ἐπέλθοι ἐπ’ αὐτὴν γνόφος
Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.
6 καταραθείη ἡ ἡμέρα καὶ ἡ νὺξ ἐκείνη ἀπενέγκαιτο αὐτὴν σκότος μὴ εἴη εἰς ἡμέρας ἐνιαυτοῦ μηδὲ ἀριθμηθείη εἰς ἡμέρας μηνῶν
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.
7 ἀλλὰ ἡ νὺξ ἐκείνη εἴη ὀδύνη καὶ μὴ ἔλθοι ἐπ’ αὐτὴν εὐφροσύνη μηδὲ χαρμονή
Lo! that night — let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it.
8 ἀλλὰ καταράσαιτο αὐτὴν ὁ καταρώμενος τὴν ἡμέραν ἐκείνην ὁ μέλλων τὸ μέγα κῆτος χειρώσασθαι
Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.
9 σκοτωθείη τὰ ἄστρα τῆς νυκτὸς ἐκείνης ὑπομείναι καὶ εἰς φωτισμὸν μὴ ἔλθοι καὶ μὴ ἴδοι ἑωσφόρον ἀνατέλλοντα
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.
10 ὅτι οὐ συνέκλεισεν πύλας γαστρὸς μητρός μου ἀπήλλαξεν γὰρ ἂν πόνον ἀπὸ ὀφθαλμῶν μου
Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.
11 διὰ τί γὰρ ἐν κοιλίᾳ οὐκ ἐτελεύτησα ἐκ γαστρὸς δὲ ἐξῆλθον καὶ οὐκ εὐθὺς ἀπωλόμην
Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!
12 ἵνα τί δὲ συνήντησάν μοι γόνατα ἵνα τί δὲ μαστοὺς ἐθήλασα
Wherefore have knees been before me? And what [are] breasts, that I suck?
13 νῦν ἂν κοιμηθεὶς ἡσύχασα ὑπνώσας δὲ ἀνεπαυσάμην
For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept — then there is rest to me,
14 μετὰ βασιλέων βουλευτῶν γῆς οἳ ἠγαυριῶντο ἐπὶ ξίφεσιν
With kings and counsellors of earth, These building wastes for themselves.
15 ἢ μετὰ ἀρχόντων ὧν πολὺς ὁ χρυσός οἳ ἔπλησαν τοὺς οἴκους αὐτῶν ἀργυρίου
Or with princes — they have gold, They are filling their houses [with] silver.
16 ἢ ὥσπερ ἔκτρωμα ἐκπορευόμενον ἐκ μήτρας μητρὸς ἢ ὥσπερ νήπιοι οἳ οὐκ εἶδον φῶς
(Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants — they have not seen light.)
17 ἐκεῖ ἀσεβεῖς ἐξέκαυσαν θυμὸν ὀργῆς ἐκεῖ ἀνεπαύσαντο κατάκοποι τῷ σώματι
There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power.
18 ὁμοθυμαδὸν δὲ οἱ αἰώνιοι οὐκ ἤκουσαν φωνὴν φορολόγου
Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,
19 μικρὸς καὶ μέγας ἐκεῖ ἐστιν καὶ θεράπων οὐ δεδοικὼς τὸν κύριον αὐτοῦ
Small and great [are] there the same. And a servant [is] free from his lord.
20 ἵνα τί γὰρ δέδοται τοῖς ἐν πικρίᾳ φῶς ζωὴ δὲ ταῖς ἐν ὀδύναις ψυχαῖς
Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?
21 οἳ ὁμείρονται τοῦ θανάτου καὶ οὐ τυγχάνουσιν ἀνορύσσοντες ὥσπερ θησαυρούς
Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
22 περιχαρεῖς δὲ ἐγένοντο ἐὰν κατατύχωσιν
Who are glad — unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.
23 θάνατος ἀνδρὶ ἀνάπαυμα συνέκλεισεν γὰρ ὁ θεὸς κατ’ αὐτοῦ
To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up?
24 πρὸ γὰρ τῶν σίτων μου στεναγμός μοι ἥκει δακρύω δὲ ἐγὼ συνεχόμενος φόβῳ
For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters [are] my roarings.
25 φόβος γάρ ὃν ἐφρόντισα ἦλθέν μοι καὶ ὃν ἐδεδοίκειν συνήντησέν μοι
For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me.
26 οὔτε εἰρήνευσα οὔτε ἡσύχασα οὔτε ἀνεπαυσάμην ἦλθεν δέ μοι ὀργή
I was not safe — nor was I quiet — Nor was I at rest — and trouble cometh!
