ईयोब 3
After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.
And this is what he said:
3 ३ “मी ज्या दिवशी जन्मलो तो दिवस नष्ट होवो, मुलाची गर्भधारणा झाली अशी जी रात्र म्हणाली ती भस्म होवो.
“May the day of my birth perish, and the night it was said, ‘A boy is conceived.’
4 ४ तो दिवस अंधकारमय होवो, देवाला त्याचे विस्मरण होवो, त्यावर सुर्यप्रकाश पडला नसता तर फार बरे झाले असते.
If only that day had turned to darkness! May God above disregard it; may no light shine upon it.
5 ५ मृत्यूची सावली आणि अंधार त्यास आपल्या स्वतःचा समजो, ढग सदैव त्यावर राहो, जी प्रत्येक गोष्ट दिवसाचा अंधार करते ती त्यास खरेच भयभीत करो,
May darkness and gloom reclaim it, and a cloud settle over it; may the blackness of the day overwhelm it.
6 ६ ती रात्र काळोख घट्ट पकडून ठेवो, वर्षाच्या दिवसांमध्ये ती आनंद न पावो. महिन्याच्या तिथीत तिची गणती न होवो.
If only darkness had taken that night away! May it not appear among the days of the year; may it never be entered in any of the months.
Behold, may that night be barren; may no joyful voice come into it.
May it be cursed by those who curse the day — those prepared to rouse Leviathan.
9 ९ त्या दिवसाच्या पहाटेचे तारे काळे होत. तो दिवस प्रकाशाची वाट पाहो पण तो कधी न मिळो, त्याच्या पापण्यास उषःकालाचे दर्शन न घडो.
May its morning stars grow dark; may it wait in vain for daylight; may it not see the breaking of dawn.
For that night did not shut the doors of the womb to hide the sorrow from my eyes.
11 ११ उदरातुन बाहेर आलो तेव्हाच मी का मरण पावलो नाही? माझ्या आईने मला जन्म देताच मी का प्राण त्यागला नाही?
Why did I not perish at birth; why did I not die as I came from the womb?
12 १२ तिच्या मांडयानी माझा स्विकार का केला? किंवा मी जगावे म्हणून तिच्या स्तनांनी माझा स्विकार का केला?
Why were there knees to receive me, and breasts that I should be nursed?
For now I would be lying down in peace; I would be asleep and at rest
with kings and counselors of the earth, who built for themselves cities now in ruins,
15 १५ किंवा ज्या राजकुमारांनी आपली घरे सोन्या रुप्यांनी भरली त्यांच्या बरोबरच मलाही मरण आले असते तर बरे झाले असते.
or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.
16 १६ कदाचित मी जन्मापासूनच मृत मूल का झालो नाही, किंवा प्रकाश न पाहिलेले अर्भक मी असतो तर बरे झाले असते.
Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn child, like an infant who never sees daylight?
There the wicked cease from raging, and there the weary find rest.
The captives enjoy their ease; they do not hear the voice of the oppressor.
Both small and great are there, and the slave is freed from his master.
Why is light given to the miserable, and life to the bitter of soul,
21 २१ ज्याला मरण पाहीजे त्यास मरण येत नाही, दु: खी मनुष्य गुप्त खजिन्यापेक्षा मृत्यूच्या अधिक शोधात असतो?
who long for death that does not come, and search for it like hidden treasure,
who rejoice and greatly exult when they can find the grave?
Why is life given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?
I sigh when food is put before me, and my groans pour out like water.
For the thing I feared has overtaken me, and what I dreaded has befallen me.
I am not at ease or quiet; I have no rest, for trouble has come.”
