Job’s Lament

Afterward Job opened his mouth and cursed [a]the day of his birth. And Job [b]said,

(A)May the day on which I was to be born perish,
As well as the night which said, ‘A [c]boy is conceived.’
May that day be darkness;
May God above not care for it,
Nor light shine on it.
May (B)darkness and black gloom claim it;
May a cloud settle on it;
May the blackness of the day terrify it.
As for that night, may darkness seize it;
May it not rejoice among the days of the year;
May it not come into the number of the months.
Behold, may that night be barren;
May no joyful shout enter it.
May those curse it who curse the day,
Who are [d]prepared to (C)disturb Leviathan.
May the stars of its twilight be darkened;
May it wait for light but have none,
And may it not see the [e]breaking dawn;
10 Because it did not shut the opening of my mother’s womb,
Or hide trouble from my eyes.

11 (D)Why did I not die [f]at birth,
Come out of the womb and pass away?
12 Why were the knees there in front of me,
And why the breasts, that I would nurse?
13 For now I (E)would have lain down and been quiet;
I would have slept then, I would have been at rest,
14 With (F)kings and (G)counselors of the earth,
Who rebuilt (H)ruins for themselves;
15 Or with (I)rulers (J)who had gold,
Who were filling their houses with silver.
16 Or like a miscarriage which is [g]hidden, I would not exist,
As infants that never saw light.
17 There the wicked cease from raging,
And there the [h]weary are at (K)rest.
18 The prisoners are at ease together;
They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.
19 The small and the great are there,
And the slave is free from his master.

20 “Why is (L)light given to one burdened with grief,
And life to the bitter of soul,
21 Who [i](M)long for death, but there is none,
And dig for it more than for (N)hidden treasures;
22 Who are filled with jubilation,
And rejoice when they find the grave?
23 Why is light given to a man (O)whose way is hidden,
And whom (P)God has shut off?
24 For (Q)my groaning comes at the sight of my food,
And (R)my cries pour out like water.
25 For [j](S)what I fear comes upon me,
And what I dread [k]encounters me.
26 I (T)am not at ease, nor am I quiet,
And I am not at rest, but turmoil comes.”

Footnotes

  1. Job 3:1 Lit his day
  2. Job 3:2 Lit answered and said
  3. Job 3:3 Lit man-child
  4. Job 3:8 Or skillful
  5. Job 3:9 Lit eyelids of dawn
  6. Job 3:11 Lit from the womb
  7. Job 3:16 I.e., buried
  8. Job 3:17 Lit weary of strength
  9. Job 3:21 Lit wait
  10. Job 3:25 Lit I fear a fear, and it comes
  11. Job 3:25 Lit comes to me

Job Curses His Birth

After seven days Job spoke. He cursed the day he had been born. Job said:

“Let the day I was born be destroyed.
    And destroy the night when it was said, ‘A boy is born!’
Let that day turn to darkness.
    Let God not even care about it.
    Don’t let light shine on that day.
Let darkness and gloom have that day.
    Let a cloud hide that day.
    Let darkness cover its light.
Let thick darkness capture that night.
    Don’t count it among the days of the year.
    Don’t put it in any of the months.
Let that night be empty.
    Let no shout of joy be heard in it.
Let the people who curse days curse that day.
    They know how to wake up the sea monster Leviathan.
Let that day’s morning stars become dark.
    Let it wait for daylight, but don’t let it come.
    Don’t let it see the first light of dawn.
10 This is because it allowed me to be born.
    That day did not hide trouble from my eyes.

11 “Why didn’t I die as soon as I was born?
    Why didn’t I die when I came out of the womb?
12 Why did my mother’s knees receive me?
    Why did my mother’s breasts feed me?
13 If they had not been there, I would be lying dead in peace.
    I would be asleep and at rest.
14 I would be asleep with kings and wise men of the earth.
    They built places for themselves that are now ruined.
15 I would be asleep with rulers who had gold.
    They filled their houses with silver!
16 Or why was I not buried like a child born dead?
    I wish I were like a baby who never saw the light of day.
17 In the grave the wicked stop causing trouble.
    And people who are tired are at rest.
18 In the grave there is rest for the captives.
    They no longer hear the shout of the slave driver.
19 People great and small are in the grave.
    And the slave is freed from his master.

20 “Why is life given to those who are in misery?
    Why is it given to those who are so unhappy?
21 Some people want to die, but death does not come.
    They search for death more than for hidden treasure.
22 They are very happy
    when they get to the grave.
23 Life shouldn’t be given to a man who doesn’t know what will happen to him.
    It shouldn’t be given to a man who feels trapped by God.
24 I make sad sounds as I eat.
    My groans pour out like water.
25 The thing I was afraid of has happened to me.
    And the thing I dreaded has happened.
26 I have no peace. I have no quietness.
    I have no rest. I only have trouble.”