1 After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth. | TOSK |
2 And this is what he said: | TOSK |
3 "May the day of my birth perish, and the night it was said, 'A boy is conceived.' | TOSK |
4 If only that day had turned to darkness! May God above disregard it; may no light shine upon it. | TOSK |
5 May darkness and gloom reclaim it, and a cloud settle over it; may the blackness of the day overwhelm it. | TOSK |
6 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. | TOSK |
7 Behold, may that night be barren; may no joyful voice come into it. | TOSK |
8 May it be cursed by those who curse the day—those prepared to rouse Leviathan. | TOSK |
9 May its morning stars grow dark; may it wait in vain for daylight; may it not see the breaking of dawn. | TOSK |
10 For that night did not shut the doors of the womb to hide the sorrow from my eyes. | TOSK |
11 Why did I not perish at birth; why did I not die as I came from the womb? | TOSK |
12 Why were there knees to receive me, and breasts that I should be nursed? | TOSK |
13 For now I would be lying down in peace; I would be asleep and at rest | TOSK |
14 with kings and counselors of the earth, who built for themselves cities now in ruins, | TOSK |
15 or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver. | TOSK |
16 Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn child, like an infant who never sees daylight? | TOSK |
17 There the wicked cease from raging, and there the weary find rest. | TOSK |
18 The captives enjoy their ease; they do not hear the voice of the oppressor. | TOSK |
19 Both small and great are there, and the slave is freed from his master. | TOSK |
20 Why is light given to the miserable, and life to the bitter of soul, | TOSK |
21 who long for death that does not come, and search for it like hidden treasure, | TOSK |
22 who rejoice and greatly exult when they can find the grave? | TOSK |
23 Why is life given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in? | TOSK |
24 I sigh when food is put before me, and my groans pour out like water. | TOSK |
25 For the thing I feared has overtaken me, and what I dreaded has befallen me. | TOSK |
26 I am not at ease or quiet; I have no rest, for trouble has come.” | TOSK |