Job 3 CEVDCUS06

Blot Out the Day of My Birth

1 Finally, Job cursed the dayof his birth

2 by saying to God:

3 Blot out the day of my birthand the night when my parentscreated a son.

4 Forget about that day,cover it with darkness,

5 and send thick, gloomy shadowsto fill it with dread.

6 Erase that night from the calendarand conceal it with darkness.

7 Don't let children be createdor joyful shouts be heardever again in that night.

8 Let those with magic powersplace a curse on that day.

9 Darken its morning starsand remove all hope of light,

10 because it let me be borninto a world of trouble.

Why Didn't I Die at Birth?

11 Why didn't I die at birth?

12 Why was I acceptedand allowed to nurseat my mother's breast?

13 Now I would be at peacein the silent world below

14 with kings and their advisorswhose palaces lie in ruins,

15 and with rulers once richwith silver and gold.

16 I wish I had been born deadand then buried, never to seethe light of day.

17 In the world of the dead,the wicked and the weary restwithout a worry.*

18 Everyone is there—

19 where captives and slavesare free at last.

Why Does God Let Me Live?

20 Why does God let me livewhen life is miserableand so bitter?

21 I keep longing for deathmore than I would seeka valuable treasure.

22 Nothing could make me happierthan to be in the grave.

23 Why do I go on livingwhen God has me surrounded,and I can't see the road?

24 Moaning and groaningare my food and drink,

25 and my worst fearshave all come true.

26 I have no peace or rest—only troubles and worries.

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