Jobin kirjaLuku 3

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After this Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.
Then Job spoke up and said:
Let the day perish on which I was born, and the night that said, "A boy is conceived."
That day—let it be darkness. Let God above not seek it out; let no light shine upon it.
Let darkness and deep shadow claim it back; let a cloud settle over it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
That night—let thick darkness seize it. Let it not be counted among the days of the year; let it not enter the number of the months.
Yes, let that night be barren; let no glad cry come into it.
Let those who curse the day put a curse on it, those ready to rouse Leviathan.
Let the stars of its twilight go dark; let it hope for light and find none, and never see the first rays of dawn—
because it did not shut the doors of the womb that bore me, and hide trouble from my eyes.
Why did I not die at birth, come out of the womb and breathe my last?
Why were there knees to receive me, or breasts for me to nurse?
For now I would be lying down in quiet; I would be asleep and at rest,
with kings and counselors of the earth who built for themselves what now lies in ruins,
or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.
Or why was I not buried like a stillborn child, like an infant who never saw the light?
There the wicked cease from raging, and there the weary are at rest.
Together the prisoners are at ease; they no longer hear the slave driver's voice.
Small and great are there alike, and the slave is free from his master.
Why is light given to the one in misery, and life to the bitter in soul—
to those who long for death that does not come, who dig for it more than for hidden treasure,
who rejoice with delight and are glad when they find the grave?
Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?
For my sighing comes instead of my food, and my groans pour out like water.
For the thing I dreaded has overtaken me, and what I feared has come upon me.
I have no ease, no quiet, no rest—only turmoil.