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After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
And Job answered and said:
Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night which said, There is a man 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 claim it for their own; let a cloud dwell upon it; let all that maketh black the day terrify it.
6 ೬ ಕಾರ್ಗತ್ತಲು ಆ ರಾತ್ರಿಯನ್ನು ಹಿಡಿದುಕೊಳ್ಳಲಿ, ಅದು ಮಾಸಗಳ ಲೆಕ್ಕದಲ್ಲಿ ಸೇರದೆ ಸಂವತ್ಸರದ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಹರ್ಷಿಸದೆ ಇರಲಿ.
As for that night, let thick darkness seize upon it: let it not rejoice among the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the months.
Lo, let that night be barren; let no joyful voice come therein.
Let them curse it that 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 the twilight thereof be dark: let it look for light, but have none; neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning:
Because it shut not up the doors of my [mother’s] womb, nor hid trouble from mine eyes.
Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
Why did the knees receive me? or why the breasts, that I should suck?
For now should I have lain down 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 built up waste 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 are at ease together; they hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
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 cometh 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 hath hedged in?
For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like water.
For the thing which I fear cometh upon me, and that which I am afraid of cometh unto me.
I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest; but trouble cometh.
