Job 3

NEW JERUSALEM	Peshitta
1 In the end it was Job who broke the silence and cursed the day of his birth.	1 ܘܡܢ ܒܬܪܟܢ ܦܬܚ ܐܝܘܒ ܦܘܡܗ ܘܠܛ ܝܘܡܐ ܕܐܬܝܠܕ ܒܗ
2 This is what he said:	2 ܥܢܐ ܐܝܘܒ ܘܐܡܪ
3 Perish the day on which I was born and the night that told of a boy conceived.	3 ܢܐܒܕ ܝܘܡܐ ܕܐܬܝܠܕܬ ܒܗ ܘܠܠܝܐ ܕܐܬܐܡܪ ܒܗ ܕܐܬܒܛܢ ܓܒܪܐ
4 May that day be darkness, may God on high have no thought for it, may no light shine on it.	4 ܝܘܡܐ ܗ̇ܘ ܢܗܘܐ ܚܫܘܟ ܘܠܐ ܢܬܒܥܝܘܗܝ ܐܠܗܐ ܡܢ ܠܥܠ ܘܠܐ ܢܕܢܚ ܥܠܘܗܝ ܢܘܗܪܐ
5 May murk and shadow dark as death claim it for their own, clouds hang over it, eclipse swoop down onit.	5 ܢܟܣܝܘܗܝ ܚܫܘܟܐ ܘܛ̈ܠܠܝ ܡܘܬܐ ܬܪܟܢ ܥܠܘܗܝ ܥܢܢܐ ܢܒܥܬܘܢܗ ܡܪ̈ܝܪܝ ܝܘܡܐ
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 ܠܠܝܐ ܗ̇ܘ ܢܟܣܝܘܗܝ ܥܡܛܢܐ ܝܘܡܐ ܗ̇ܘ ܠܐ ܢܬܚܫܒ ܒܡܢܝܢܐ ܕܝܘܡ̈ܬܐ ܕܫܢܬܐ ܘܒܡܢܝܢܐ ܕܝܪ̈ܚܐ ܠܐ ܢܥܘܠ
7 And may that night be sterile, devoid of any cries of joy!	7 ܠܠܝܐ ܗ̇ܘ ܢܗܘܐ ܡܓܙܝ ܘܠܐ ܬܥܘܠ ܒܗ ܬܫܒܘܚܬܐ
8 Let it be cursed by those who curse certain days and are ready to rouse Leviathan.	8 ܢܠܘܛܘܢܗ ܠܝ̈ܛܝ ܝܘܡܐ ܐܝܠܝܢ ܕܥܬܝܕܝܢ ܠܡܥܝܪܘܬܗ ܠܠܘܝܬܢ
9 Dark be the stars of its morning, let it wait in vain for light and never see the opening eyes of dawn.	9 ܢܚܫܟܘܢ ܟܘܟ̈ܒܝ ܫܦܪܗ ܢܣܟܘܢ ܠܢܘܗܪܐ ܘܠܐ ܢܗܘܐ ܠܗ ܘܠܐ ܢܚܙܐ ܒܙ̈ܠܝܩܝ ܫܦܪܐ
10 Since it would not shut the doors of the womb on me to hide sorrow from my eyes.	10 ܥܠ ܕܠܐ ܐܚܕ ܬܪ̈ܥܝ ܡܪܒܥܗ̇ ܕܐܡܝ ܘܣ̇ܬܪ ܥܡܠܐ ܡܢ ܥܝ̈ܢܝ
11 Why was I not stil -born, or why did I not perish as I left the womb?	11 ܠܡܢܐ ܠܐ ܡܝܬܬ ܡܢ ܡܪܒܥܐ ܘܡܢ ܒܛܢܐ ܠܡܢܐ ܢܦܩܬ ܣܦܬ ܕܝܢ
12 Why were there knees to receive me, breasts for me to suck?	12 ܠܡܢܐ ܪܒܝܢܝ ܒܘܪ̈ܟܐ ܘܡܢ ܬ̈ܕܝܐ ܠܡܢܐ ܝܢܩܬ
13 Now I should be lying in peace, wrapped in a restful slumber,	13 ܟܒܪ ܕܝܢ ܗܫܐ ܫܟܝܒ ܗܘܝܬ ܘܫܠܐ ܘܕܡܝܟ ܗܘܝܬ ܘܢܝܚ
14 with the kings and high viziers of earth who have built their dwel ings in desolate places,	14 ܥܡ ܡ̈ܠܟܐ ܘܫ̈ܠܝܛܢܐ ܕܐܪܥܐ ܕܒܢܝ̈ܢ ܠܗܘܢ ܚܪ̈ܒܬܐ
15 or with princes who have quantities of gold and silver cramming their tombs;	15 ܐܘ ܥܡ ܫ̈ܠܝܛܢܐ ܕܕܗܒܐ ܐܝܬ ܠܗܘܢ ܘܡܠܝܢ ܒܬ̈ܝܗܘܢ ܟܣܦܐ
16 or, put away like an abortive child, I should not have existed, like little ones that never see the light.	16 ܐܘ ܐܝܟ ܝܚ̈ܛܐ ܛܡܝܪ̈ܐ ܐܝܟܘ ܠܐ ܗܘܝܬ ܘܐܝܟ ܥܘ̣̈ܠܐ ܕܠܐ ܚܙܘ ܢܘܗܪܐ
17 Down there, the wicked bustle no more, there the weary rest.	17 ܕܬܡܢ ܥ̇ܘ̈ܠܐ ܫܠܝܘ ܡܢ ܕܠܡܪܓܙܘ ܘܬܡܢ ܡܬܬܢܝܚܝܢ ܐܝܠܝܢ ܕܠܐܝܢ ܒܚܝ̈ܝܗܘܢ
18 Prisoners, al left in peace, hear no more the shouts of the oppressor.	18 ܘܐܟܚܕܐ ܐܣܝܪ̈ܐ ܫܠܝܢ ܘܠܐ ܫܡܥܝܢ ܩܠܐ ܕܡܫܥܒܕܢܐ
19 High and low are there together, and the slave is free of his master.	19 ܙܥܘܪܐ ܘܪܒܐ ܬܡܢ ܗܘ ܘܥܒܕܐ ܕܡܬܚܪܪ ܡܢ ܡܪܗ
20 Why give light to a man of grief? Why give life to those bitter of heart,	20 ܠܡܢܐ ܡܬܝܗܒ ܢܘܗܪܐ ܠܥܡ̈ܠܐ ܘܚ̈ܝܐ ܠܡܪ̈ܝܪܝ ܢܦܫܐ
21 who long for a death that never comes, and hunt for it more than for buried treasure?	21 ܕܡܣܟܝܢ ܠܡܘܬܐ ܘܠܝܬ ܘܒܥܝܢ ܠܗ ܐܝܟ ܕܠܣܝܡܬܐ
22 They would be glad to see the grave-mound and shout with joy if they reached the tomb.	22 ܕܚܕܝܢ ܘܡܬܟܢܫܝܢ ܘܕܝܨܝܢ ܟܕ ܡܫܟܚܝܢ ܩܒܪܐ
23 Why give light to one who does not see his way, whom God shuts in al alone?	23 ܠܓܒܪܐ ܕܐܘܪܚܗ ܡܣܬܪܐ ܘܡܓܢ ܐܠܗܐ ܥܠܘܗܝ
24 My only food is sighs, and my groans pour out like water.	24 ܡܛܠ ܕܡܢ ܩܕܡ ܠܚܡܝ ܬܢܚܬܝ ܥܠܬ ܘܐܫܬܦܥ ܐܝܟ ܡ̈ܝܐ ܢܗܡ̈ܬܝ
25 Whatever I fear comes true, whatever I dread befal s me.	25 ܡܛܠ ܕܕܚܠܬܐ ܕܕܚܠܬ ܐܬܬ ܥܠܝ ܘܡܢ ܡܕܡ ܕܙܐ̇ܥ ܗܘܝܬ ܡܛܝܢܝ
26 For me, there is no calm, no peace; my torments banish rest.	26 ܠܐ ܫܠܝܬ ܘܠܐ ܫܟܬܬ ܘܠܐ ܢܚܬ ܘܐܬܐ ܪܘܓܙܐ