ईयोब 3
At length Job opened his mouth, and cursed the day of his birth.
And Job spake and said:
3 ३ “मी ज्या दिवशी जन्मलो तो दिवस नष्ट होवो, मुलाची गर्भधारणा झाली अशी जी रात्र म्हणाली ती भस्म होवो.
Perish the day in which I was born, and the night which said, “A man-child is conceived!”
4 ४ तो दिवस अंधकारमय होवो, देवाला त्याचे विस्मरण होवो, त्यावर सुर्यप्रकाश पडला नसता तर फार बरे झाले असते.
Let that day be darkness; Let not God seek it from above; Yea, let not the 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,
Let darkness and the shadow of death redeem it; Let a cloud dwell upon it; Let whatever darkeneth the day terrify it!
6 ६ ती रात्र काळोख घट्ट पकडून ठेवो, वर्षाच्या दिवसांमध्ये ती आनंद न पावो. महिन्याच्या तिथीत तिची गणती न होवो.
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!
O let that night be unfruitful! Let there be in it no voice of joy;
Let them that curse the day curse it, Who are skilful to stir up the 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.
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!
Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, And hid not trouble from mine eyes.
11 ११ उदरातुन बाहेर आलो तेव्हाच मी का मरण पावलो नाही? माझ्या आईने मला जन्म देताच मी का प्राण त्यागला नाही?
Why died I not at my birth? Why did I not expire when I came forth from the womb?
12 १२ तिच्या मांडयानी माझा स्विकार का केला? किंवा मी जगावे म्हणून तिच्या स्तनांनी माझा स्विकार का केला?
Why did the knees receive me, And why the breasts, that I might suck?
For now should I lie down and be quiet; I should sleep; then should I be at rest,
With kings and counsellors of the earth, Who built up for themselves—ruins!
15 १५ किंवा ज्या राजकुमारांनी आपली घरे सोन्या रुप्यांनी भरली त्यांच्या बरोबरच मलाही मरण आले असते तर बरे झाले असते.
Or with princes that had gold, And 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, as a hidden untimely birth, I had perished; As infants which never saw the light.
There the wicked cease from troubling; There the weary are at rest.
There the prisoners rest together; They hear not the voice of the oppressor.
The small and the great are there, And the servant is free from his master.
Why giveth He light to him that is in misery, And life to the bitter in soul,
21 २१ ज्याला मरण पाहीजे त्यास मरण येत नाही, दु: खी मनुष्य गुप्त खजिन्यापेक्षा मृत्यूच्या अधिक शोधात असतो?
Who long for death, and it cometh not, And dig for it more than for hid treasures;
Who rejoice exceedingly, Yea, exult, when they can find a grave?
Why is light given to a man from whom the way is hid, And whom God hath hedged in?
For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groans are poured out like water.
For that which I dread overtaketh me; That at which I shudder cometh upon me.
I have no peace, nor quiet, nor respite: Misery cometh upon me continually.
