Job 3
1 Nʼikpeazụ, onye kwuru okwu bụ Job nʼonwe ya. O kwuru okwu bụọ ụbọchị a mụrụ ya ọnụ.
After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
2 Job sịrị:
And Job spoke, 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 wherein I was born, and the night in which it was 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.
Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine on 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 stain it; let a cloud dwell on it; let the blackness 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.
As for that night, let darkness seize on it; let it not be joined to 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.
See, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice 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 raise up their mourning.
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 the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
10 nʼihi na o mechighị akpanwa nne m, i zonarịkwa anya m nsogbu.
Because it shut not up the doors of my mother’s womb, nor hid sorrow from my eyes.
11 “Gịnị mere m ji hapụ ịnwụ mgbe ahụ nne m mụpụtara m, kubie ume mgbe m si nʼime akpanwa pụta?
Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
12 Gịnị mere ikpere ji dịrị ịnabata m? Gịnị mere ara ji dịrị i ji zụọ m?
Why did the knees prevent me? or why 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 still 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, which build desolate places for themselves;
15 mụ na ụmụ ndị ikom eze, ndị nwere ọlaedo, ndị jikwa ọlaọcha kpojuo ụlọ ha.
Or with princes that 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 an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw 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 weary be 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.
There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
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 servant is free 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?
Why is light given to him that is in misery, and life to the bitter in 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,
Which long for death, but it comes not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
22 ndị jupụtara nʼọṅụ, na-aṅụrị ọṅụ mgbe ha rịdaruru nʼili?
Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
23 Gịnị mere e ji enye mmadụ ndụ; bụ onye ahụ ụzọ ya zoro ezo, onye Chineke mechibidoro ụzọ?
Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God has hedged in?
24 Nʼihi na ịma ọsụ aghọọla ihe oriri m kwa ụbọchị; ịsụ ude m na-awụpụtakwa dịka mmiri.
For my sighing comes before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
25 Ihe m tụrụ egwu ya abịakwasịla m, ihe m tụrụ ụjọ ya bụ ihe bịakwasịrị m.
For the thing which I greatly feared is come on me, and that which I was afraid of is come to me.
26 Enweghị m udo, anọkwaghị m jụụ, enweghị m izuike, naanị ọgbaaghara.”
I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.
