अय्यूब 3
After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.
And this is what he said:
“May the day of my birth perish, and the night it was said, ‘A boy is conceived.’
If only that day had turned to darkness! May God above disregard it; may no light shine upon it.
5 ५ अंधियारा और मृत्यु की छाया उस पर रहे। बादल उस पर छाए रहें; और दिन को अंधेरा कर देनेवाली चीजें उसे डराएँ।
May darkness and gloom reclaim it, and a cloud settle over it; may the blackness of the day overwhelm it.
6 ६ घोर अंधकार उस रात को पकड़े; वर्षा के दिनों के बीच वह आनन्द न करने पाए, और न महीनों में उसकी गिनती की जाए।
If only darkness had taken that night away! May it not appear among the days of the year; may it never be entered in any of the months.
Behold, may that night be barren; may no joyful voice come into it.
May it be cursed by those who curse the day — those prepared to rouse Leviathan.
9 ९ उसकी संध्या के तारे प्रकाश न दें; वह उजियाले की बाट जोहे पर वह उसे न मिले, वह भोर की पलकों को भी देखने न पाए;
May its morning stars grow dark; may it wait in vain for daylight; may it not see the breaking of dawn.
For that night did not shut the doors of the womb to hide the sorrow from my eyes.
Why did I not perish at birth; why did I not die as I came from the womb?
Why were there knees to receive me, and breasts that I should be nursed?
For now I would be lying down in peace; I would be asleep and at rest
14 १४ और मैं पृथ्वी के उन राजाओं और मंत्रियों के साथ होता जिन्होंने अपने लिये सुनसान स्थान बनवा लिए,
with kings and counselors of the earth, who built for themselves cities now in ruins,
15 १५ या मैं उन राजकुमारों के साथ होता जिनके पास सोना था जिन्होंने अपने घरों को चाँदी से भर लिया था;
or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.
16 १६ या मैं असमय गिरे हुए गर्भ के समान हुआ होता, या ऐसे बच्चों के समान होता जिन्होंने उजियाले को कभी देखा ही न हो।
Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn child, like an infant who never sees daylight?
There the wicked cease from raging, and there the weary find rest.
The captives enjoy their ease; they do not hear the voice of the oppressor.
Both small and great are there, and the slave is freed from his master.
Why is light given to the miserable, and life to the bitter of soul,
who long for death that does not come, and search for it like hidden treasure,
who rejoice and greatly exult when they can find the grave?
23 २३ उजियाला उस पुरुष को क्यों मिलता है जिसका मार्ग छिपा है, जिसके चारों ओर परमेश्वर ने घेरा बाँध दिया है?
Why is life given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?
24 २४ मुझे तो रोटी खाने के बदले लम्बी-लम्बी साँसें आती हैं, और मेरा विलाप धारा के समान बहता रहता है।
I sigh when food is put before me, and my groans pour out like water.
25 २५ क्योंकि जिस डरावनी बात से मैं डरता हूँ, वही मुझ पर आ पड़ती है, और जिस बात से मैं भय खाता हूँ वही मुझ पर आ जाती है।
For the thing I feared has overtaken me, and what I dreaded has befallen me.
I am not at ease or quiet; I have no rest, for trouble has come.”
