Job 3:3
Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: `A man-child hath been conceived.'
Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: `A man-child hath been conceived.'
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1After this hath Job opened his mouth, and revileth his day.
2And Job answereth and saith: --
4That day -- let it be darkness, Let not God require it from above, Nor let light shine upon it.
5Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.
6That night -- let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Into the number of months let it not come.
7Lo! that night -- let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it.
8Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.
9Let 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.
10Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.
11Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!
12Wherefore have knees been before me? And what `are' breasts, that I suck?
14Cursed `is' the day in which I was born, The day that my mother bare me, Let it not be blessed!
15Cursed `is' the man who bore tidings `to' my father, saying, `Born to thee hath been a child -- a male,' Making him very glad!
16Then hath that man been as the cities, That Jehovah overthrew, and repented not, And he hath heard a cry at morning, And a shout at time of noon.
17Because he hath not put me to death from the womb, And my mother is to me -- my grave, And her womb a pregnancy age-during.
18Why `is' this? from the womb I have come out, To see labour and sorrow, Yea, consumed in shame are my days!
16(Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have not seen light.)
17There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power.
18And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
19As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
1Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble!
3So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.
4If I lay down then I said, `When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.
1I `am' the man `who' hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.
2Me He hath led, and causeth to go `in' darkness, and without light.
3Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.
3If a man doth beget a hundred, and live many years, and is great, because they are the days of his years, and his soul is not satisfied from the goodness, and also he hath not had a grave, I have said, `Better than he `is' the untimely birth.'
4For in vanity he came in, and in darkness he goeth, and in darkness his name is covered,
23To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up?
21and he saith, `Naked came I forth from the womb of my mother, and naked I turn back thither: Jehovah hath given and Jehovah hath taken: let the name of Jehovah be blessed.'
20Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?
1And Job answereth and saith: --
2Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.
19And the son of this woman dieth at night, because she hath lain upon it,
6In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.
8Let me sow -- and another eat, And my products let be rooted out.
17For I have not been cut off before darkness, And before me He covered thick darkness.
12Night for day they appoint, Light `is' near because of darkness.
13If I wait -- Sheol `is' my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.
5Lo, in iniquity I have been brought forth, And in sin doth my mother conceive me.
21and I rise in the morning to suckle my son, and lo, dead; and I consider concerning it in the morning, and lo, it was not my son whom I did bear.'
14What `is' man that he is pure, And that he is righteous, one born of woman?
3For thus said Jehovah, Of the sons and of the daughters who are born in this place, And of their mothers -- those bearing them, And of their fathers -- those begetting them in this land:
13Pangs of a travailing woman come to him, He `is' a son not wise, For he remaineth not the time for the breaking forth of sons.
4And what? is man righteous with God? And what? is he pure -- born of a woman?
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
3Therefore filled have been my loins `with' great pain, Pangs have seized me as pangs of a travailing woman, I have been bent down by hearing, I have been troubled by seeing.
6The light hath been dark in his tent, And his lamp over him is extinguished.
7For man to misery is born, And the sparks go high to fly.