ਅੱਯੂਬ 3
After this Job has opened his mouth, and reviles his day.
And Job answers and says:
“Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that has said: A man-child has been conceived.
That day—let it be darkness, Do not let God require it from above, Nor let light shine on it.
Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud dwell on it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.
6 ੬ ਘੁੱਪ ਹਨ੍ਹੇਰਾ ਉਹ ਨੂੰ ਆ ਫੜ੍ਹੇ, ਉਹ ਸਾਲ ਦੇ ਦਿਨਾਂ ਵਿੱਚ ਅਨੰਦ ਨਾ ਮਨਾਵੇ, ਅਤੇ ਨਾ ਉਹ ਮਹੀਨਿਆਂ ਦੀ ਗਿਣਤੀ ਵਿੱਚ ਆਵੇ!
That night—let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Let it not come into the number of months.
Behold! That night—let it be barren, Let no singing come into it.
Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.
9 ੯ ਉਹ ਦੇ ਸ਼ਾਮ ਦੇ ਤਾਰੇ ਕਾਲੇ ਹੋ ਜਾਣ, ਉਹ ਚਾਨਣ ਨੂੰ ਉਡੀਕੇ ਪਰ ਉਹ ਹੋਵੇ ਨਾ, ਉਹ ਸਵੇਰ ਦੀਆਂ ਕਿਰਨਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਨਾ ਵੇਖੇ,
Let the stars of its twilight be dark, Let it wait for light, and there is none, And let it not look on the eyelids of the dawn.
Because it has not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from my eyes.
Why do I not die from the womb? I have come forth from the belly and gasp!
Why have knees been before me? And what [are] breasts, that I suck?
For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept—then there is rest to me,
With kings and counselors of earth, These building ruins for themselves.
15 ੧੫ ਜਾਂ ਉਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਰਾਜਕੁਮਾਰਾਂ ਨਾਲ ਹੁੰਦਾ, ਜਿਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਦੇ ਕੋਲ ਸੋਨਾ ਸੀ, ਜਿਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਨੇ ਆਪਣੇ ਘਰਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਚਾਂਦੀ ਨਾਲ ਭਰਿਆ ਸੀ।
Or with princes—they have gold, They are filling their houses [with] silver.
16 ੧੬ ਜਾਂ ਮੈਂ ਸਮੇਂ ਤੋਂ ਪਹਿਲਾਂ ਜੰਮੇ ਹੋਏ ਬੱਚੇ ਵਾਂਗੂੰ ਹੁੰਦਾ, ਜਾਂ ਅਜਿਹੇ ਬੱਚਿਆਂ ਵਾਂਗੂੰ ਜਿਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਨੇ ਚਾਨਣਾ ਕਦੀ ਵੇਖਿਆ ਹੀ ਨਹੀਂ।
(Or I am not as a hidden abortion, As infants—they have not seen light.)
There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there the wearied rest in power.
Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,
Small and great [are] the same there. And a servant [is] free from his lord.
Why does He give light to the miserable, and life to the bitter soul?
Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
Who are glad—to joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.
23 ੨੩ ਉਸ ਪੁਰਖ ਨੂੰ ਵੀ ਚਾਨਣ ਕਿਉਂ ਮਿਲਦਾ ਹੈ ਜਿਸ ਦਾ ਰਾਹ ਲੁਕਿਆ ਹੋਇਆ ਹੈ, ਅਤੇ ਜਿਸ ਦੇ ਚੁਫ਼ੇਰੇ ਪਰਮੇਸ਼ੁਰ ਨੇ ਵਾੜ ਲਾਈ ਹੋਈ ਹੈ?
To a man whose way has been hidden, And whom God shuts up?
For before my food, my sighing comes, And my roarings [are] poured out as waters.
25 ੨੫ ਜਿਸ ਗੱਲ ਤੋਂ ਮੈਂ ਡਰਦਾ ਹਾਂ, ਉਹ ਮੇਰੇ ਉੱਤੇ ਆ ਪੈਂਦੀ ਹੈ, ਅਤੇ ਜਿਸ ਤੋਂ ਮੈਂ ਭੈਅ ਖਾਂਦਾ ਹਾਂ ਉਹ ਵੀ ਮੇਰੇ ਉੱਤੇ ਆਉਂਦੀ ਹੈ।
For I feared a fear and it meets me, And what I was afraid of comes to me.
I was not safe—nor was I quiet—Nor was I at rest—and trouble comes!”
