Job - Chapter 3

¹ In the end it was Job who broke the silence and cursed the day of his birth.

² This is what he said:

³ Perish the day on which I was born and the night that told of a boy conceived.

⁴ May that day be darkness, may God on high have no thought for it, may no light shine on it.

⁵ May murk and shadow dark as death claim it for their own, clouds hang over it, eclipse swoop down on it.

⁶ See! Let obscurity seize on it, from the days of the year let it be excluded, into the reckoning of the months not find its way.

⁷ And may that night be sterile, devoid of any cries of joy!

⁸ Let it be cursed by those who curse certain days and are ready to rouse Leviathan.

⁹ Dark be the stars of its morning, let it wait in vain for light and never see the opening eyes of dawn.

¹⁰ Since it would not shut the doors of the womb on me to hide sorrow from my eyes.

¹¹ Why was I not still-born, or why did I not perish as I left the womb?

¹² Why were there knees to receive me, breasts for me to suck?

¹³ Now I should be lying in peace, wrapped in a restful slumber,

¹⁴ with the kings and high viziers of earth who have built their dwellings in desolate places,

¹⁵ or with princes who have quantities of gold and silver cramming their tombs;

¹⁶ or, put away like an abortive child, I should not have existed, like little ones that never see the light.

¹⁷ Down there, the wicked bustle no more, there the weary rest.

¹⁸ Prisoners, all left in peace, hear no more the shouts of the oppressor.

¹⁹ High and low are there together, and the slave is free of his master.

²⁰ Why give light to a man of grief? Why give life to those bitter of heart,

²¹ who long for a death that never comes, and hunt for it more than for buried treasure?

²² They would be glad to see the grave-mound and shout with joy if they reached the tomb.

²³ Why give light to one who does not see his way, whom God shuts in all alone?

²⁴ My only food is sighs, and my groans pour out like water.

²⁵ Whatever I fear comes true, whatever I dread befalls me.

²⁶ For me, there is no calm, no peace; my torments banish rest.

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