Job 3
1 Nʼikpeazụ, onye kwuru okwu bụ Job nʼonwe ya. O kwuru okwu bụọ ụbọchị a mụrụ ya ọnụ.
After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed his day.
2 Job sịrị:
And Job answered and said,
3 “Ka ụbọchị ahụ amụrụ m bụrụ ụbọchị lara nʼiyi; ya na abalị ahụ e kwuru sị, ‘Atụrụ ime nwa nwoke.’
Let the day perish in which I was born, and the night that said, There is a man child conceived.
4 Ụbọchị ahụ, ka ọ ghọọ ọchịchịrị: ka Chineke site nʼelu ghara ịjụ ase ya; ka ìhè gharakwa ịmụkwasị ya.
That day — let it be darkness, let not God care for it from above, neither let light shine upon it:
5 Ka ọchịchịrị na onyinyo ọnwụ gbara ụbọchị ahụ dịka ụbọchị nke aka ya, ka igwe ojii kpuchigidekwa ya, ka ọchịchịrị kpuchie ya nʼebe ọ dị ukwuu.
Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it; let clouds dwell upon it; let darkeners of the day terrify it.
6 Abalị ahụ, ka oke ọchịchịrị kpuchie ya, ka a kachapụ ya, ka ọ hapụ ịbụkwa ụbọchị a ga-agụkọ ya na ụbọchị ndị ọzọ nʼafọ, ka ọ ghara dịka otu ụbọchị nke na-adị nʼọnwa.
That night — let gloom seize upon it; let it not rejoice among the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the months.
7 Ka abalị ụbọchị ahụ bụrụ ụbọchị tọgbọrọ nʼefu, ka a ghara ịnụ mkpu ọṅụ ọbụla nʼime ya.
Behold, let that night be barren; let no joyful sound come therein;
8 Ka ndị ahụ na-abụ ụbọchị ọnụ bụọ ụbọchị ahụ ọnụ, bụ ndị ahụ jikeere ịkpọte Leviatan.
Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to rouse Leviathan;
9 Ka kpakpando ụtụtụ ya gbaa ọchịchịrị, ka o lee anya ìhè na-efu, ka ọ ghara ihu mgbubere anya nke chi ọbụbọ,
Let the stars of its twilight be dark; let it wait for light, and have none, neither let it see the eyelids of the dawn:
10 nʼihi na o mechighị akpanwa nne m, i zonarịkwa anya m nsogbu.
Because it shut not up the doors of the womb that bore me, and hid not trouble from mine eyes.
11 “Gịnị mere m ji hapụ ịnwụ mgbe ahụ nne m mụpụtara m, kubie ume mgbe m si nʼime akpanwa pụta?
Wherefore did I not die from the womb, — come forth from the belly and expire?
12 Gịnị mere ikpere ji dịrị ịnabata m? Gịnị mere ara ji dịrị i ji zụọ m?
Why did the knees meet me? and wherefore the breasts, that I should suck?
13 Nʼihi na ugbu a, agara m idina nʼudo; agaara m anọ nʼụra na izuike,
For now should I have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
14 mụ na ndị eze na ndị ọchịchị nke ụwa, ndị rụkwaara onwe ha ebe obibi dị iche iche nke tọgbọọrọ nʼefu ugbu a,
With kings and counsellors of the earth, who build desolate places for themselves,
15 mụ na ụmụ ndị ikom eze, ndị nwere ọlaedo, ndị jikwa ọlaọcha kpojuo ụlọ ha.
Or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver;
16 Ọ bụ gịnị mere e zofughị m nʼala dịka nwantakịrị a mụkworo amụkwo, dịka nwa ọhụrụ nke na-ahụghị ìhè nke ụbọchị anya?
Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants that have not seen the light.
17 Nʼebe ahụ ka ndị na-emebi iwu na-akwụsị iweta ọgbaaghara, nʼebe ahụ ka ndị ike gwụrụ na-ezu ike.
There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the wearied are at rest.
18 Ebe ahụ ka ndị nọ nʼagbụ na-enwere onwe ha, ha adịghị anụkwa ịba mba nke ndị na-eji aka ike achị ha.
The prisoners together are at ease; they hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
19 Ebe ahụ ka ndị ukwu na ndị nta nọ; ebe ahụ kwa ka ohu na-enwere onwe ya kpamkpam site nʼaka onye nwe ya.
The small and great are there, and the bondman freed from his master.
20 “Nʼihi gịnị ka e ji enye ndị nọ nʼọnọdụ nhụju anya ìhè? Gịnị bụ uru ndụ nye onye mkpụrụobi ya jupụtara nʼihe ilu?
Wherefore is light given to him that is in trouble, and life to those bitter of soul,
21 Gịnị bụ uru ya nye ndị na-echere ọnwụ ma ọ dịghị abịa, ee, ndị na-achọsi ọnwụ ike karịa akụ e zoro ezo,
Who long for death, and it [cometh] not, and dig for it more than for hidden treasures;
22 ndị jupụtara nʼọṅụ, na-aṅụrị ọṅụ mgbe ha rịdaruru nʼili?
Who rejoice even exultingly and are glad when they find the grave? —
23 Gịnị mere e ji enye mmadụ ndụ; bụ onye ahụ ụzọ ya zoro ezo, onye Chineke mechibidoro ụzọ?
To the man whose way is hidden, and whom God hath hedged in?
24 Nʼihi na ịma ọsụ aghọọla ihe oriri m kwa ụbọchị; ịsụ ude m na-awụpụtakwa dịka mmiri.
For my sighing cometh before my bread, and my groanings are poured out like the waters.
25 Ihe m tụrụ egwu ya abịakwasịla m, ihe m tụrụ ụjọ ya bụ ihe bịakwasịrị m.
For I feared a fear, and it hath come upon me, and that which I dreaded hath come to me.
26 Enweghị m udo, anọkwaghị m jụụ, enweghị m izuike, naanị ọgbaaghara.”
I was not in safety, neither had I quietness, neither was I at rest, and trouble came.
