Job 3
1 Ẹ̀yìn èyí ní Jobu yanu, ó sì fi ọjọ́ ìbí rẹ̀ ré
After this Job has opened his mouth, and reviles his day.
2 Jobu sọ, ó sì wí pé,
And Job answers and says:
3 “Kí ọjọ́ tí a bí mi kí ó di ìgbàgbé, àti òru ni, nínú èyí tí a wí pé, ‘A lóyún ọmọkùnrin kan!’
“Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that has said: A man-child has been conceived.
4 Kí ọjọ́ náà kí ó já si òkùnkùn, kí Ọlọ́run kí ó má ṣe kà á sí láti ọ̀run wá; bẹ́ẹ̀ ni kí ìmọ́lẹ̀ kí ó má ṣe mọ́ sí i.
That day—let it be darkness, Do not let God require it from above, Nor let light shine on it.
5 Kí òkùnkùn àti òjìji ikú fi ṣe ti ara wọn; kí àwọsánmọ̀ kí ó bà lé e; kí ìṣúdudu ọjọ́ kí ó pa láyà.
Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud dwell on it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.
6 Kí òkùnkùn kí ó ṣú bo òru náà biribiri, kí ó má ṣe yọ pẹ̀lú ọjọ́ ọdún náà: kí a má ṣe kà a mọ́ iye ọjọ́ oṣù.
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.
7 Kí òru náà kí ó yàgàn; kí ohun ayọ̀ kan kí ó má ṣe wọ inú rẹ̀ lọ.
Behold! That night—let it be barren, Let no singing come into it.
8 Kí àwọn tí í fi ọjọ́ gégùn ún kí o fi gégùn ún, tí wọ́n mura tán láti ru Lefitani sókè.
Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.
9 Kí ìràwọ̀ òwúrọ̀ ọjọ́ rẹ̀ kí ó ṣókùnkùn; kí ó má wá ìmọ́lẹ̀, ṣùgbọ́n kí ó máa mọ́ sí i, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni kí ó má ṣe rí àfẹ̀mọ́júmọ́
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.
10 nítorí tí kò sé ìlẹ̀kùn inú ìyá mi, láti pa ìbànújẹ́ rẹ́ ní ojú mi.
Because it has not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from my eyes.
11 “Èéṣe tí èmi kò fi kú láti inú wá, tàbí tí èmi kò kú ní ìgbà tí mo ti inú jáde wá?
Why do I not die from the womb? I have come forth from the belly and gasp!
12 Èéṣe tí orúnkún wá pàdé mi, tàbí ọmú tí èmi yóò mu?
Why have knees been before me? And what [are] breasts, that I suck?
13 Ǹjẹ́ nísinsin yìí èmi ìbá ti dùbúlẹ̀ jẹ́ẹ́; èmi ìbá ti sùn, èmi ìbá ti sinmi
For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept—then there is rest to me,
14 pẹ̀lú àwọn ọba àti ìgbìmọ̀ ayé tí wọ́n mọ ilé fún ara wọn wá dùbúlẹ̀ nínú ìsọdahoro.
With kings and counselors of earth, These building ruins for themselves.
15 Tàbí pẹ̀lú àwọn ọmọ-aládé tí ó ní wúrà, tí wọ́n sì fi fàdákà kun ilé wọn.
Or with princes—they have gold, They are filling their houses [with] silver.
16 Tàbí bí ọlẹ̀ tí a sin, èmi kì bá ti sí: bí ọmọ ìṣunú tí kò rí ìmọ́lẹ̀?
(Or I am not as a hidden abortion, As infants—they have not seen light.)
17 Níbẹ̀ ni ẹni búburú ṣíwọ́ ìyọnilẹ́nu, níbẹ̀ ni ẹni àárẹ̀ wà nínú ìsinmi.
There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there the wearied rest in power.
18 Níbẹ̀ ni àwọn ìgbèkùn sinmi pọ̀, wọn kò gbóhùn amúnisìn mọ́.
Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,
19 Àti èwe àti àgbà wà níbẹ̀, ẹrú sì di òmìnira kúrò lọ́wọ́ olówó rẹ̀.
Small and great [are] the same there. And a servant [is] free from his lord.
20 “Nítorí kí ni a ṣe fi ìmọ́lẹ̀ fún òtòṣì, àti ìyè fún ọlọ́kàn kíkorò,
Why does He give light to the miserable, and life to the bitter soul?
21 tí wọ́n dúró de ikú, ṣùgbọ́n òun kò wá, tí wọ́n wá a jù ìṣúra tí a bò mọ́lẹ̀ pamọ́ lọ.
Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
22 Ẹni tí ó yọ̀ gidigidi, tí inú wọ́n sì dùn nígbà tí wọ́n wá ibojì òkú rí?
Who are glad—to joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.
23 Kí ni a fi ìmọ́lẹ̀ fún ẹni tí ọ̀nà rẹ̀ fi ara pamọ́ fún, tí Ọlọ́run sì ṣọgbà dí mọ́ ká?
To a man whose way has been hidden, And whom God shuts up?
24 Nítorí pé èémí-ẹ̀dùn wà ṣáájú oúnjẹ mi; ìkérora mi sì tú jáde bí omi.
For before my food, my sighing comes, And my roarings [are] poured out as waters.
25 Nítorí pé ohun náà tí mo bẹ̀rù gidigidi ni ó dé bá mi yìí, àti ohun tí mo fòyà rẹ̀ bá mi ó sì ṣubú lù mí.
For I feared a fear and it meets me, And what I was afraid of comes to me.
26 Èmi wà láìní àlàáfíà, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni èmi kò ní ìsinmi; bẹ́ẹ̀ ni èmi kò ni ìfàyàbalẹ̀, bí kò ṣe ìdààmú.”
I was not safe—nor was I quiet—Nor was I at rest—and trouble comes!”
