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After this, opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
So then Job began, and said:
Perish, the day wherein I was born, and the night it was said, Lo! a manchild!
That day, be it darkness, —Let not God enquire after it from above, May there shine upon it no clear beam:
5 ೫ ಕತ್ತಲೆಯೂ, ಘೋರಾಂಧಕಾರವೂ ಅದನ್ನು ವಶಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲಿ. ಮೋಡವು ಅದನ್ನು ಕವಿಯಲಿ, ಹಗಲನ್ನು ಮುಚ್ಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವ ಮೊಬ್ಬು ಅದನ್ನು ಹೆದರಿಸಲಿ.
Let darkness and death-shade buy it back, May there settle down upon it a cloud, Let a day’s dark eclipse cause it terror:
6 ೬ ಕಾರ್ಗತ್ತಲು ಆ ರಾತ್ರಿಯನ್ನು ಹಿಡಿದುಕೊಳ್ಳಲಿ, ಅದು ಮಾಸಗಳ ಲೆಕ್ಕದಲ್ಲಿ ಸೇರದೆ ಸಂವತ್ಸರದ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಹರ್ಷಿಸದೆ ಇರಲಿ.
That night, darkness take it, —May it not rejoice among the days of the year, Into the number of months, let it not enter.
Lo! that night, be it barren, Let no joyous shouting enter therein:
Let day-cursers denounce it, Those skilled in rousing the dragon of the sky:
9 ೯ ಆ ದಿನದಲ್ಲಿ ಮುಂಜಾನೆಯ ನಕ್ಷತ್ರಗಳೂ ಮಿಣುಕದೆ ಹೋಗಲಿ. ಅದು ಬೆಳಕನ್ನು ಎದುರುನೋಡಿದರೂ ಹೊಂದದಿರಲಿ. ಅರುಣೋದಯವೆಂಬ ರೆಪ್ಪೆ ತೆರೆಯುವುದನ್ನು ಅದು ಕಾಣದಿರಲಿ.
Darkened be the stars of its twilight, —Let it wait for light, and there be none, neither let it see the eyelashes of the dawn:
Because it closed not the doors of the womb wherein I was, and so hid trouble from mine eyes.
Wherefore, in the womb, did I not die? From the womb, come forth and cease to breathe?
For what reason, were there prepared for me—knees? and why—breasts, that I might suck?
Surely, at once, had I lain down, and been quiet, I had fallen asleep, then, had I been at rest:
14 ೧೪ ಭೂಲೋಕದಲ್ಲಿ ಹಾಳುಬಿದ್ದ ಪಟ್ಟಣಗಳನ್ನು ತಮ್ಮ ಸಮಾಧಿಗಾಗಿ ಕಟ್ಟಿಸಿಕೊಂಡ ಅರಸರೊಂದಿಗೂ, ಮಂತ್ರಿಗಳೊಡನೆಯೂ ನಾನಿರುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆ.
With kings, and counselors of the earth, who had built them pyramids:
15 ೧೫ ಬಂಗಾರವನ್ನು ಕೂಡಿಸಿಟ್ಟು ತಮ್ಮ ಮನೆಗಳನ್ನು ಬೆಳ್ಳಿಯಿಂದ ತುಂಬಿಸಿದ ಅಧಿಪತಿಗಳ ಸಂಗಡಲೂ ವಿಶ್ರಮಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆನು.
Or with rulers possessing, gold, —Who had filled their houses with silver:
16 ೧೬ ಒಂದು ವೇಳೆ ನಾನು ಗರ್ಭಸ್ರಾವವಾಗಿ ಬಿದ್ದು, ಹೂಳಿಟ್ಟ ಪಿಂಡದಂತೆ, ಬೆಳಕನ್ನೇ ಕಾಣದೆ ಸತ್ತುಹೋದ ಕೂಸುಗಳಂತೆ ಜನ್ಮವಿಲ್ಲದವನಾಗಿ ಇರುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆನು.
Or that, like an untimely birth hidden away, I had not come into being, like infants that never saw light:
There, the lawless, cease from raging, and there the toil-worn are at rest:
At once are prisoners at peace, they hear not the voice of a driver:
Small and great, there, they are, and, the slave, is free from his master.
Wherefore give, to the wretched, light? Or, life, to the embittered in soul?—
Who long for death, and it is not, And have digged for it, beyond hid treasures:
Who rejoice unto exultation, Are glad, when they can find the grave:
To a man, whose way is concealed, And GOD hath straitly enclosed him?
For, in the face of my food, my sighing, cometh in, and, poured out like the water, are my groans:
For, a dread, I dreaded, and it hath come upon me, and, that from which I shrank, hath overtaken me.
I was not careless, nor was I secure, nor had I settled down, —when there came—consternation!
