Job 3

1Pagkatapos nito'y ibinuka ni Job ang kaniyang bibig at sinumpa ang kaniyang kaarawan. 2At si Job ay sumagot, at nagsabi, 3Maparam nawa ang kaarawan ng kapanganakan sa akin, at ang gabi na nagsabi, may lalaking ipinaglihi. 4Magdilim nawa ang kaarawang yaon; huwag nawang pansinin ng Dios mula sa itaas, ni silangan man ng liwanag. 5Ang dilim at ang salimuot na kadiliman ang siyang mangagari niyaon; pag-ulapan nawa yaon; Pangilabutin nawa yaon ng lahat na nagpapadilim sa araw. 6Suma gabing yaon nawa ang pagsasalimuot ng kadiliman: huwag nawang kagalakan sa mga araw ng sangtaon; huwag nawang mapasok sa bilang ng mga buwan. 7Narito, mapagisa ang gabing yaon; huwag nawang datnan yaon ng masayang tinig. 8Sumpain nawa yaong nanganunumpa sa araw, ng nangamimihasang gumalaw sa buwaya. 9Mangagdilim nawa ang mga bituin ng pagtatakip-silim niyaon: maghintay nawa ng liwanag, nguni't huwag magkaroon: ni huwag mamalas ang mga bukang liwayway ng umaga: 10Sapagka't hindi tinakpan ang mga pinto ng bahay-bata ng aking ina, o ikinubli man ang kabagabagan sa aking mga mata. 11Bakit hindi pa ako namatay mula sa bahay-bata? Bakit di pa napatid ang aking hininga nang ipanganak ako ng aking ina? 12Bakit tinanggap ako ng mga tuhod? O bakit ng mga suso, na aking sususuhin? 13Sapagka't ngayon ay nahihiga sana ako at natatahimik; ako sana'y nakakatulog; na napapahinga ako: 14Na kasama ng mga hari at ng mga kasangguni sa lupa, na nagsisigawa ng mga dakong ilang sa ganang kanila; 15O ng mga pangulo na nangagkaroon ng ginto, na pumuno sa kanilang bahay ng pilak: 16O gaya sana ng nalagas na nakatago, na hindi nabuhay; gaya sana ng sanggol na kailan man ay hindi nakakita ng liwanag. 17Doo'y naglilikat ang masama sa pagbagabag; at doo'y nagpapahinga ang pagod. 18Doo'y ang mga bihag ay nangagpapahingang magkakasama; hindi nila naririnig ang tinig ng nagpapaatag. 19Ang mababa at ang mataas ay nangaroon; at ang alipin ay laya sa kaniyang panginoon. 20Bakit binibigyan ng liwanag ang nasa karalitaan, at ng buhay ang kaluluwang nasa kahirapan; 21Na naghihintay ng kamatayan, nguni't hindi dumarating; at hinahangad ng higit kaysa mga kayamanang nakatago; 22Na nagagalak ng di kawasa, at nangasasayahan, pagka nasumpungan ang libingan? 23Bakit binibigyan ng liwanag ang tao na kinalilingiran ng lakad, at ang kinulong ng Dios? 24Sapagka't nagbubuntong hininga ako bago ako kumain, at ang aking mga angal ay bumubugsong parang tubig. 25Sapagka't ang bagay na aking kinatatakutan ay dumarating sa akin, at ang aking pinangingilabutan ay dumarating sa akin. 26Hindi ako tiwasay, ni ako man ay tahimik, ni ako man ay napapahinga; kundi kabagabagan ang dumarating.

1After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed the day of his birth. 2Job answered: 3“Let the day perish in which I was born, the night which said, ‘There is a boy conceived.’ 4Let that day be darkness. Don’t let God from above seek for it, neither let the light shine on it. 5Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. Let a cloud dwell on it. Let all that makes black the day terrify it. 6As for that night, let thick darkness seize on it. Let it not rejoice among the days of the year. Let it not come into the number of the months. 7Behold, let that night be barren. Let no joyful voice come therein. 8Let them curse it who curse the day, who are ready to rouse up leviathan. 9Let the stars of its twilight be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, neither let it see the eyelids of the morning, 10because it didn’t shut up the doors of my mother’s womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes. 11“Why didn’t I die from the womb? Why didn’t I give up the spirit when my mother bore me? 12Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should nurse? 13For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest, 14with kings and counselors of the earth, who built up waste places for themselves; 15or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver: 16or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, as infants who never saw light. 17There the wicked cease from troubling. There the weary are at rest. 18There the prisoners are at ease together. They don’t hear the voice of the taskmaster. 19The small and the great are there. The servant is free from his master. 20“Why is light given to him who is in misery, life to the bitter in soul, 21Who long for death, but it doesn’t come; and dig for it more than for hidden treasures, 22who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave? 23Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in? 24For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water. 25For the thing which I fear comes on me, That which I am afraid of comes to me. 26I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest; but trouble comes.”

1Daarna opende Job zijn mond, en vervloekte zijn dag. 2Want Job antwoordde en zeide: 3De dag verga, waarin ik geboren ben, en de nacht, waarin men zeide: Een knechtje is ontvangen; 4Diezelve dag zij duisternis; dat God naar hem niet vrage van boven; en dat geen glans over hem schijne; 5Dat de duisternis en des doods schaduw hem verontreinigen; dat wolken over hem wonen; dat hem verschrikken de zwarte dampen des dags! 6Diezelve nacht, donkerheid neme hem in; dat hij zich niet verheuge onder de dagen des jaars; dat hij in het getal der maanden niet kome! 7Ziet, diezelve nacht zij eenzaam; dat geen vrolijk gezang daarin kome; 8Dat hem vervloeken de vervloekers des dags, die bereid zijn hun rouw te verwekken; 9Dat de sterren van zijn schemertijd verduisterd worden; hij wachte naar het licht, en het worde niet; en hij zie niet de oogleden des dageraads! 10Omdat hij niet toegesloten heeft de deuren mijns buiks, noch verborgen de moeite van mijn ogen. 11Waarom ben ik niet gestorven van de baarmoeder af, en heb den geest gegeven, als ik uit den buik voortkwam? 12Waarom zijn mij de knieen voorgekomen, en waartoe de borsten, opdat ik zuigen zou? 13Want nu zou ik nederliggen, en stil zijn; ik zou slapen, dan zou voor mij rust wezen; 14Met de koningen en raadsheren der aarde, die voor zich woeste plaatsen bebouwden; 15Of met de vorsten, die goud hadden, die hun huizen met zilver vervulden. 16Of als een verborgene misdracht, zou ik niet zijn; als de kinderkens, die het licht niet gezien hebben. 17Daar houden de bozen op van beroering, en daar rusten de vermoeiden van kracht; 18Daar zijn de gebondenen te zamen in rust; zij horen de stem des drijvers niet. 19De kleine en de grote is daar; en de knecht vrij van zijn heer. 20Waarom geeft Hij den ellendigen het licht, en het leven den bitterlijk bedroefden van gemoed? 21Die verlangen naar den dood, maar hij is er niet; en graven daarnaar meer dan naar verborgene schatten; 22Die blijde zijn tot opspringens toe, en zich verheugen, als zij het graf vinden; 23Aan den man, wiens weg verborgen is, en dien God overdekt heeft? 24Want voor mijn brood komt mijn zuchting; en mijn brullingen worden uitgestort als water. 25Want ik vreesde een vreze, en zij is mij aangekomen; en wat ik schroomde, is mij overkomen. 26Ik was niet gerust; en was niet stil, en rustte niet; en de beroering is gekomen.