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After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
And Job spoke, and said,
Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a male child conceived.
Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
5 ೫ ಕತ್ತಲೆಯೂ, ಘೋರಾಂಧಕಾರವೂ ಅದನ್ನು ವಶಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲಿ. ಮೋಡವು ಅದನ್ನು ಕವಿಯಲಿ, ಹಗಲನ್ನು ಮುಚ್ಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವ ಮೊಬ್ಬು ಅದನ್ನು ಹೆದರಿಸಲಿ.
Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
6 ೬ ಕಾರ್ಗತ್ತಲು ಆ ರಾತ್ರಿಯನ್ನು ಹಿಡಿದುಕೊಳ್ಳಲಿ, ಅದು ಮಾಸಗಳ ಲೆಕ್ಕದಲ್ಲಿ ಸೇರದೆ ಸಂವತ್ಸರದ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಹರ್ಷಿಸದೆ ಇರಲಿ.
As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.
Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
9 ೯ ಆ ದಿನದಲ್ಲಿ ಮುಂಜಾನೆಯ ನಕ್ಷತ್ರಗಳೂ ಮಿಣುಕದೆ ಹೋಗಲಿ. ಅದು ಬೆಳಕನ್ನು ಎದುರುನೋಡಿದರೂ ಹೊಂದದಿರಲಿ. ಅರುಣೋದಯವೆಂಬ ರೆಪ್ಪೆ ತೆರೆಯುವುದನ್ನು ಅದು ಕಾಣದಿರಲಿ.
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:
Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the spirit when I came out of the belly?
Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
14 ೧೪ ಭೂಲೋಕದಲ್ಲಿ ಹಾಳುಬಿದ್ದ ಪಟ್ಟಣಗಳನ್ನು ತಮ್ಮ ಸಮಾಧಿಗಾಗಿ ಕಟ್ಟಿಸಿಕೊಂಡ ಅರಸರೊಂದಿಗೂ, ಮಂತ್ರಿಗಳೊಡನೆಯೂ ನಾನಿರುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆ.
With kings and counsellors of the earth, which build desolate places for themselves;
15 ೧೫ ಬಂಗಾರವನ್ನು ಕೂಡಿಸಿಟ್ಟು ತಮ್ಮ ಮನೆಗಳನ್ನು ಬೆಳ್ಳಿಯಿಂದ ತುಂಬಿಸಿದ ಅಧಿಪತಿಗಳ ಸಂಗಡಲೂ ವಿಶ್ರಮಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆನು.
Or with princes that 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 an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.
There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.
Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;
Which long for death, but it comes not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God has hedged in?
For my sighing comes before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
For the thing which I greatly feared has come upon me, and that which I was afraid of has come unto me.
I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.
