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JOB C1 C2 C3 C4 C5 C6 C7 C8 C9 C10 C11 C12 C13 C14 C15 C16 C17 C18 C19 C20 C21 C22 C23 C24 C25 C26 C27 C28 C29 C30 C31 C32 C33 C34 C35 C36 C37 C38 C39 C40 C41
3 Then Eyob opened his mouth and cursed his birthday. 2 Eyob began:
3“Perish the day I was born,
the night that said, Tt is a boy!’
4Utter darkness may it be,
9longing for light and finding none!
4May God on high ignore it,
till not a ray illumines it!
5May darkness and gloom re- 5 claim it,
may dense clouds rest on it,
may all eclipses scare it,
6the deep dark seize that night!
Be it severed from the days of the year,
kept out of the months’ count!
7Aye, barren be that night,
bereft of any joyous cry!
8The enchanters curse that day,
enchanters who can rouse the Dragon!
9Dark be its stars of the dawn,
may it never see the eyelids of the morning!
10For it did not close the womb on me,
and hid not misery from mine eyes.
11Why died I not when bom,
why perished I not at birth,
16why was I not buried like an abortion,
like still-born babes that never see daylight?
12Why were there knees to welcome me,
why were there breasts to suck?
13I would have been lying still,
I would have slept in peace,
14with kings and statesmen of the world
who had built pyramids for themselves,
15with princes, rich in gold,
who had filled palaces with silver.
17There villains cease to rage,
and their victims are at peace--
18captives lying quiet together,
deaf to the slavedriver’s shout;
19high and low are there alike,
the slave free from his master.
20Why does God give sufferers fight,
and life to men in bitter despair,
21who long for death, and long in vain,
who dig for it more than buried treasure,
22who would rejoice to lie covered with stones,
glad could they but reach the grave?
23Why does God give fight to a man at his wits’ end,
a man he has hemmed in?
24Sighs are my daily bread,
groans pour from me like water;
25whate’er I fear befalls me,
and what I dread draws on me;
26I get no peace, I get no rest,
I get no ease, only attacks of agony.”
JOB C1 C2 C3 C4 C5 C6 C7 C8 C9 C10 C11 C12 C13 C14 C15 C16 C17 C18 C19 C20 C21 C22 C23 C24 C25 C26 C27 C28 C29 C30 C31 C32 C33 C34 C35 C36 C37 C38 C39 C40 C41