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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. Do not let God from above seek for it, neither let the light shine on it.
5 ೫ ಕತ್ತಲೆಯೂ, ಘೋರಾಂಧಕಾರವೂ ಅದನ್ನು ವಶಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲಿ. ಮೋಡವು ಅದನ್ನು ಕವಿಯಲಿ, ಹಗಲನ್ನು ಮುಚ್ಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವ ಮೊಬ್ಬು ಅದನ್ನು ಹೆದರಿಸಲಿ.
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 ೬ ಕಾರ್ಗತ್ತಲು ಆ ರಾತ್ರಿಯನ್ನು ಹಿಡಿದುಕೊಳ್ಳಲಿ, ಅದು ಮಾಸಗಳ ಲೆಕ್ಕದಲ್ಲಿ ಸೇರದೆ ಸಂವತ್ಸರದ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಹರ್ಷಿಸದೆ ಇರಲಿ.
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 ೯ ಆ ದಿನದಲ್ಲಿ ಮುಂಜಾನೆಯ ನಕ್ಷತ್ರಗಳೂ ಮಿಣುಕದೆ ಹೋಗಲಿ. ಅದು ಬೆಳಕನ್ನು ಎದುರುನೋಡಿದರೂ ಹೊಂದದಿರಲಿ. ಅರುಣೋದಯವೆಂಬ ರೆಪ್ಪೆ ತೆರೆಯುವುದನ್ನು ಅದು ಕಾಣದಿರಲಿ.
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 did not shut up the doors of my mother’s womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
“Why did not I die from the womb? Why did not 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 ೧೪ ಭೂಲೋಕದಲ್ಲಿ ಹಾಳುಬಿದ್ದ ಪಟ್ಟಣಗಳನ್ನು ತಮ್ಮ ಸಮಾಧಿಗಾಗಿ ಕಟ್ಟಿಸಿಕೊಂಡ ಅರಸರೊಂದಿಗೂ, ಮಂತ್ರಿಗಳೊಡನೆಯೂ ನಾನಿರುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆ.
with kings and counselors of the earth, who built up waste places for themselves;
15 ೧೫ ಬಂಗಾರವನ್ನು ಕೂಡಿಸಿಟ್ಟು ತಮ್ಮ ಮನೆಗಳನ್ನು ಬೆಳ್ಳಿಯಿಂದ ತುಂಬಿಸಿದ ಅಧಿಪತಿಗಳ ಸಂಗಡಲೂ ವಿಶ್ರಮಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆನು.
or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver;
16 ೧೬ ಒಂದು ವೇಳೆ ನಾನು ಗರ್ಭಸ್ರಾವವಾಗಿ ಬಿದ್ದು, ಹೂಳಿಟ್ಟ ಪಿಂಡದಂತೆ, ಬೆಳಕನ್ನೇ ಕಾಣದೆ ಸತ್ತುಹೋದ ಕೂಸುಗಳಂತೆ ಜನ್ಮವಿಲ್ಲದವನಾಗಿ ಇರುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆನು.
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 do not 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 does not come; and dig for it more than for hidden treasures,
who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?
For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
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.”
