Job 3

NEW JERUSALEM	DOUAI-RHEIMS
1 In the end it was Job who broke the silence and cursed the day of his birth.	1 After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed his day,
2 This is what he said:	2 and he said:
3 Perish the day on which I was born and the night that told of a boy conceived.	3 Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said: A man child is conceived.
4 May that day be darkness, may God on high have no thought for it, may no light shine on it.	4 Let that day be turned into darkness, let not God regard it from above, and let not the light shine upon it.
5 May murk and shadow dark as death claim it for their own, clouds hang over it, eclipse swoop down onit.	5 Let darkness, and the shadow of death cover it, let a mist overspread it, and let it be wrapped up in bitterness.
6 See! Let obscurity seize on it, from the days of the year let it be excluded, into the reckoning of themonths not find its way.	6 Let a darksome whirlwind seize upon that night, let it not be counted in the days of the year, nor numbered in the months.
7 And may that night be sterile, devoid of any cries of joy!	7 Let that night be solitary, and not worthy of praise.
8 Let it be cursed by those who curse certain days and are ready to rouse Leviathan.	8 Let them curse it who curse the day. who are ready to raise up a leviathan:
9 Dark be the stars of its morning, let it wait in vain for light and never see the opening eyes of dawn.	9 Let the stars be darkened with the mist thereof: let it expect light and not see it, nor the rising of the dawning of the day:
10 Since it would not shut the doors of the womb on me to hide sorrow from my eyes.	10 Because it shut not up the doors of the womb that bore me, nor took away evils from my eyes.
11 Why was I not stil -born, or why did I not perish as I left the womb?	11 Why did I not die in the womb, why did I not perish when I came out of the belly?
12 Why were there knees to receive me, breasts for me to suck?	12 Why received upon the knees? why suckled at the breasts ?
13 Now I should be lying in peace, wrapped in a restful slumber,	13 For now I should have been asleep and still, and should have rest in my sleep.
14 with the kings and high viziers of earth who have built their dwel ings in desolate places,	14 With kings and consuls of the earth, who build themselves solitudes:
15 or with princes who have quantities of gold and silver cramming their tombs;	15 Or with princes, that possess gold, and All their houses with silver:
16 or, put away like an abortive child, I should not have existed, like little ones that never see the light.	16 Or as a hidden untimely birth I should not be, or as they that being conceived have not seen the light.
17 Down there, the wicked bustle no more, there the weary rest.	17 There the wicked cease from tumult, and there the wearied in strength are at rest.
18 Prisoners, al left in peace, hear no more the shouts of the oppressor.	18 And they sometime bound together without disquiet, have not heard the voice of the oppressor.
19 High and low are there together, and the slave is free of his master.	19 The small and great are there, and the servant is free from his master.
20 Why give light to a man of grief? Why give life to those bitter of heart,	20 Why is light given to him that is in misery, and life to them that are in bitterness of soul?
21 who long for a death that never comes, and hunt for it more than for buried treasure?	21 That look for death, and it cometh not, as they that dig for a treasure:
22 They would be glad to see the grave-mound and shout with joy if they reached the tomb.	22 And they rejoice exceedingly when they have found the grave.
23 Why give light to one who does not see his way, whom God shuts in al alone?	23 To a man whose way is hidden, and God hath surrounded him with darkness?
24 My only food is sighs, and my groans pour out like water.	24 Before I eat I sigh: and as overflowing waters, so is my roaring:
25 Whatever I fear comes true, whatever I dread befal s me.	25 For the fear which I feared hath come upon me: and that which I was afraid of, hath befallen me.
26 For me, there is no calm, no peace; my torments banish rest.	26 Have I not dissembled ? have I not kept silence ? have I not been quiet? and indignation is come upon me.