Job 3 Good News Translation

Job's Complaint to God

3 ^(A)Finally Job broke the silence and cursed the day on which he had been born.

Job

^2-3^(B)O God, put a curse on the day I was born;
    put a curse on the night when I was conceived!
⁴Turn that day into darkness, God.
Never again remember that day;
    never again let light shine on it.
⁵Make it a day of gloom and thick darkness;
    cover it with clouds, and blot out the sun.
⁶Blot that night out of the year,
    and never let it be counted again;
⁷    make it a barren, joyless night.
⁸Tell the sorcerers to curse that day,
    those who know how to control Leviathan.^[a]
⁹Keep the morning star from shining;
    give that night no hope of dawn.
¹⁰Curse that night for letting me be born,
    for exposing me to trouble and grief.

¹¹I wish I had died in my mother's womb
    or died the moment I was born.
¹²Why did my mother hold me on her knees?
    Why did she feed me at her breast?
¹³If I had died then, I would be at rest now,
¹⁴    sleeping like the kings and rulers
    who rebuilt ancient palaces.
¹⁵Then I would be sleeping like princes
    who filled their houses with gold and silver,
¹⁶    or sleeping like a stillborn child.
¹⁷In the grave wicked people stop their evil,
    and tired workers find rest at last.
¹⁸Even prisoners enjoy peace,
    free from shouts and harsh commands.
¹⁹Everyone is there, the famous and the unknown,
    and slaves at last are free.

²⁰Why let people go on living in misery?
    Why give light to those in grief
²¹^(C)They wait for death, but it never comes;
    they prefer a grave to any treasure.
²²They are not happy till they are dead and buried;
²³    God keeps their future hidden
    and hems them in on every side.
²⁴Instead of eating, I mourn,
    and I can never stop groaning.
²⁵Everything I fear and dread comes true.
²⁶I have no peace, no rest,
    and my troubles never end.