Job 3

CLV(i) 1 Afterward Job opened his mouth, and he maledicted his day. 2 Thus Job asserted and said: 3 May the day perish in which I was born, And the night that said, Behold, a master!" 4 That day! may it be darkness; Let not Eloah from above inquire of it, And let not a light beam shine on it. 5 May darkness and the blackest shadow sully it; May a cloud tabernacle over it; May rolling fogs of the day frighten it. 6 That night! may gloom take hold of it; May it not be one of the days of the year; In the numbering of the months, may it not enter. 7 Behold, that night! may it be stark; Let no jubilation enter into it. 8 May those cursing the day revile it, Who are equipped to rouse the dragon. 9 May the stars of its gloaming be darkened; May it expect light and there be none, And let it not see the eyelids of the dawn. 10 For it did not close the doors of my mother's belly Or conceal misery from my eyes. 11 Why did I not die from the womb, From the belly come forth and expire? 12 For what reason did two knees anticipate me, And why were there two breasts that I could suck? 13 For now I would lie and be quiet; I would sleep; then there would be rest for me, 14 With kings and counsellors of the earth, The builders of desert tombs for themselves, 15 Or with chiefs who had gold, Who were filling their houses with silver. 16 Why was I not like a buried stillborn child, Like babes who have not seen light? 17 There the wicked leave off all disturbance, And there those wearied from vigor are resting. 18 Prisoners are tranquil together; They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster. 19 Small or great, he is there, And the servant is free from his lords. 20 Why is He giving light to the miserable, And life to the bitter of sou. 21 (Who tarry for death, yet it is not coming, And they delve for it more than for buried treasures, 22 Who rejoice unto exultation, And they are elated when they find the tomb), 23 To a master whose way is concealed When Eloah has screened him about? 24 For like my bread comes my sighing, And my roarings pour forth like water. 25 For when I am afraid of an alarm, it arrives for me, And whatever I shrink from comes to me. 26 I have no ease, and I am not quiet; I have no rest, and disturbance keeps coming.