Job 3
1 post haec aperuit Iob os suum et maledixit diei suo
At length Job opened his mouth, and cursed the day of his birth.
2 et locutus est
And Job spake and said:
3 pereat dies in qua natus sum et nox in qua dictum est conceptus est homo
Perish the day in which I was born, and the night which said, “A man-child is conceived!”
4 dies ille vertatur in tenebras non requirat eum Deus desuper et non inlustret lumine
Let that day be darkness; Let not God seek it from above; Yea, let not the light shine upon it!
5 obscurent eum tenebrae et umbra mortis occupet eum caligo et involvatur amaritudine
Let darkness and the shadow of death redeem it; Let a cloud dwell upon it; Let whatever darkeneth the day terrify it!
6 noctem illam tenebrosus turbo possideat non conputetur in diebus anni nec numeretur in mensibus
As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; Let it not rejoice among the days of the year; Let it not come into the number of the months!
7 sit nox illa solitaria nec laude digna
O let that night be unfruitful! Let there be in it no voice of joy;
8 maledicant ei qui maledicunt diei qui parati sunt suscitare Leviathan
Let them that curse the day curse it, Who are skilful to stir up the leviathan!
9 obtenebrentur stellae caligine eius expectet lucem et non videat nec ortum surgentis aurorae
Let the stars of its twilight be darkened; Let it long for light, and have none; Neither let it see the eyelashes of the morning!
10 quia non conclusit ostia ventris qui portavit me nec abstulit mala ab oculis meis
Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, And hid not trouble from mine eyes.
11 quare non in vulva mortuus sum egressus ex utero non statim perii
Why died I not at my birth? Why did I not expire when I came forth from the womb?
12 quare exceptus genibus cur lactatus uberibus
Why did the knees receive me, And why the breasts, that I might suck?
13 nunc enim dormiens silerem et somno meo requiescerem
For now should I lie down and be quiet; I should sleep; then should I be at rest,
14 cum regibus et consulibus terrae qui aedificant sibi solitudines
With kings and counsellors of the earth, Who built up for themselves—ruins!
15 aut cum principibus qui possident aurum et replent domos suas argento
Or with princes that had gold, And filled their houses with silver;
16 aut sicut abortivum absconditum non subsisterem vel qui concepti non viderunt lucem
Or, as a hidden untimely birth, I had perished; As infants which never saw the light.
17 ibi impii cessaverunt a tumultu et ibi requieverunt fessi robore
There the wicked cease from troubling; There the weary are at rest.
18 et quondam vincti pariter sine molestia non audierunt vocem exactoris
There the prisoners rest together; They hear not the voice of the oppressor.
19 parvus et magnus ibi sunt et servus liber a domino suo
The small and the great are there, And the servant is free from his master.
20 quare data est misero lux et vita his qui in amaritudine animae sunt
Why giveth He light to him that is in misery, And life to the bitter in soul,
21 qui expectant mortem et non venit quasi effodientes thesaurum
Who long for death, and it cometh not, And dig for it more than for hid treasures;
22 gaudentque vehementer cum invenerint sepulchrum
Who rejoice exceedingly, Yea, exult, when they can find a grave?
23 viro cuius abscondita est via et circumdedit eum Deus tenebris
Why is light given to a man from whom the way is hid, And whom God hath hedged in?
24 antequam comedam suspiro et quasi inundantes aquae sic rugitus meus
For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groans are poured out like water.
25 quia timor quem timebam evenit mihi et quod verebar accidit
For that which I dread overtaketh me; That at which I shudder cometh upon me.
26 nonne dissimulavi nonne silui nonne quievi et venit super me indignatio
I have no peace, nor quiet, nor respite: Misery cometh upon me continually.
