1898 Young's Literal Translation (YLT)

Job 3

1 Job curseth the day and services of his birth. 13 The ease of death. 20 He complaineth of life, because of his anguish.

 3:1 ¶ After this hath Job opened his mouth, and revileth his day.

 3:2 And Job answereth and saith:—

 3:3 Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: 'A man-child hath been conceived.'

 3:4 That day—let it be darkness, Let not God require it from above, Nor let light shine upon it.

 3:5 Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.

 3:6 That night—let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Into the number of months let it not come.

 3:7 Lo! that night—let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it.

 3:8 Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.

 3:9 Let the stars of its twilight be dark, Let it wait for light, and there is none, And let it not look on the eyelids of the dawn.

 3:10 Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.

 3:11 Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!

 3:12 Wherefore have knees been before me? And what [are] breasts, that I suck?

 3:13 For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept—then there is rest to me,

 3:14 With kings and counsellors of earth, These building wastes for themselves.

 3:15 Or with princes—they have gold, They are filling their houses [with] silver.

 3:16 (Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants—they have not seen light.)

 3:17 There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power.

 3:18 Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,

 3:19 Small and great [are] there the same. And a servant [is] free from his lord.

 3:20 Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?

 3:21 Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.

 3:22 Who are glad—unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.

 3:23 To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up?

 3:24 For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters [are] my roarings.

 3:25 For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me.

 3:26 I was not safe—nor was I quiet—Nor was I at rest—and trouble cometh!