अय्यूब 3
After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed the day of his birth.
Job answered:
“Let the day perish in which I was born, the night which said, ‘There is a boy conceived.’
Let that day be darkness. Don’t let God from above seek for it, neither let the light shine on 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।
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.
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।
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.
Behold, let that night be barren. Let no joyful voice come therein.
Let them curse it who curse the day, who are ready to rouse up 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;
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,
because it didn’t shut up the doors of my mother’s womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
“Why didn’t I die from the womb? Why didn’t I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should nurse?
For now I should have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been 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 up waste places for themselves;
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 as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, as infants who never saw light.
There the wicked cease from troubling. There the weary are at rest.
There the prisoners are at ease together. They don’t hear the voice of the taskmaster.
The small and the great are there. The servant is free from his master.
“Why is light given to him who is in misery, life to the bitter in soul,
who long for death, but it doesn’t come; and dig for it more than for hidden treasures,
who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, 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 light 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।
For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured 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 which I fear comes on me, that which I am afraid of comes to me.
I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither do I have rest; but trouble comes.”
