Job 3
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Job vervloekt zijn geboortedag
3 Ten slotte verbrak Job het stilzwijgen en vervloekte de dag van zijn geboorte.
2,3 ‘Vervloekt is de dag waarop ik werd geboren,’ zei hij, ‘en ook de nacht waarin men zei: “We hebben een zoon!”
4 Laat die dag voor altijd worden vergeten. Laat hem in de eeuwige duisternis verdwijnen, laat God die dag vergeten.
5 Ja, laat de duisternis hem maar opslokken, hem overschaduwen met een donkere wolk en laat de zwartheid zijn licht overheersen.
6 Laat hem maar van de kalender verdwijnen, zodat hij nooit meer wordt beschouwd als een dag van die maand in dat jaar!
7 Laat het een doodse en vreugdeloze nacht zijn.
8 Laten de geoefende vervloekers, die het zelfs wagen het zeemonster Leviatan op te hitsen, hem maar vervloeken.
9 Laat de sterren van die nacht verdwijnen en laat hem verlangen naar het morgenlicht zonder het ooit te zien.
10 Vervloek hem, omdat hij mijn moeders schoot niet gesloten hield en mij geboren liet worden, zodat ik nu al deze ellende met mijn eigen ogen moet zien.
11 Waarom ben ik niet dood ter wereld gekomen of tijdens de geboorte gestorven?
12 Waarom hebben knieën mij opgewacht, waarom borsten om mij te voeden?
13 Was ik maar bij mijn geboorte gestorven, dan zou ik nu van de rust genieten
14,15 en zou ik in vrede liggen naast koningen en machthebbers die paleizen bouwden die nu in puin liggen, en naast vorsten die ooit schatkamers vol zilver en goud bezaten.
16 Och, was ik maar een miskraam geweest, een kind dat nooit het levenslicht zag.
17 Want in de dood maken de goddelozen geen moeilijkheden meer en hebben de vermoeiden rust.
18 Daar komen zelfs de gevangenen tot rust, omdat er geen gevangenbewaarder is die hen dwarszit.
19 Rijk en arm zijn daar gelijk en de slaaf is daar uiteindelijk vrij van zijn meester.
20,21 Waarom geeft God ongelukkigen licht en bedroefden leven, terwijl zij verlangen naar een dood die maar niet komen wil? Zij zoeken die dood meer dan verborgen schatten.
22 Wat een vreugdevolle bevrijding als zij ten slotte toch sterven.
23 Waarom laat God iemand geboren worden wiens leven uitzichtloos is, voor wie geen ontsnapping mogelijk is?
24 Ik kan niet eten, want mijn keel zit dicht van het zuchten, mijn klachten vloeien als water over mijn lippen.
25 Wat ik altijd heb gevreesd, is nu gebeurd.
26 Ik vind geen vrede en geen stilte, rust ken ik niet, alleen ellende.’
Job 3
Young's Literal Translation
3 After this hath Job opened his mouth, and revileth his day.
2 And Job answereth and saith: --
3 Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: `A man-child hath been conceived.'
4 That day -- let it be darkness, Let not God require it from above, Nor let light shine upon it.
5 Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.
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.
7 Lo! that night -- let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it.
8 Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.
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.
10 Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.
11 Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!
12 Wherefore have knees been before me? And what [are] breasts, that I suck?
13 For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me,
14 With kings and counsellors of earth, These building wastes for themselves.
15 Or with princes -- they have gold, They are filling their houses [with] silver.
16 (Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have not seen light.)
17 There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power.
18 Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,
19 Small and great [are] there the same. And a servant [is] free from his lord.
20 Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?
21 Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
22 Who are glad -- unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.
23 To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up?
24 For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters [are] my roarings.
25 For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me.
26 I was not safe -- nor was I quiet -- Nor was I at rest -- and trouble cometh!
Job 3
King James Version
3 After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
2 And Job spake, and said,
3 Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.
4 Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
5 Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
6 As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
7 Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.
8 Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
9 Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
10 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
11 Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
12 Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
13 For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
14 With kings and counsellors of the earth, which build desolate places for themselves;
15 Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
16 Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
17 There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.
18 There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
19 The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.
20 Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;
21 Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
22 Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
25 For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.
26 I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.
Job 3
New King James Version
Job Deplores His Birth
3 After this Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth. 2 And Job [a]spoke, and said:
3 “May(A) the day perish on which I was born,
And the night in which it was said,
‘A male child is conceived.’
4 May that day be darkness;
May God above not seek it,
Nor the light shine upon it.
5 May darkness and (B)the shadow of death claim it;
May a cloud settle on it;
May the blackness of the day terrify it.
6 As for that night, may darkness seize it;
May it not [b]rejoice among the days of the year,
May it not come into the number of the months.
7 Oh, may that night be barren!
May no joyful shout come into it!
8 May those curse it who curse the day,
Those (C)who are ready to arouse Leviathan.
9 May the stars of its morning be dark;
May it look for light, but have none,
And not see the [c]dawning of the day;
10 Because it did not shut up the doors of my mother’s womb,
Nor hide sorrow from my eyes.
11 “Why(D) did I not die at birth?
Why did I not [d]perish when I came from the womb?
12 (E)Why did the knees receive me?
Or why the breasts, that I should nurse?
13 For now I would have lain still and been quiet,
I would have been asleep;
Then I would have been at rest
14 With kings and counselors of the earth,
Who (F)built ruins for themselves,
15 Or with princes who had gold,
Who filled their houses with silver;
16 Or why was I not hidden (G)like a stillborn child,
Like infants who never saw light?
17 There the wicked cease from troubling,
And there the [e]weary are at (H)rest.
18 There the prisoners [f]rest together;
(I)They do not hear the voice of the oppressor.
19 The small and great are there,
And the servant is free from his master.
20 “Why(J) is light given to him who is in misery,
And life to the (K)bitter of soul,
21 Who (L)long[g] for death, but it does not come,
And search for it more than (M)hidden treasures;
22 Who rejoice exceedingly,
And are glad when they can find the (N)grave?
23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden,
(O)And whom God has hedged in?
24 For my sighing comes before [h]I eat,
And my groanings pour out like water.
25 For the thing I greatly (P)feared has come upon me,
And what I dreaded has happened to me.
26 I am not at ease, nor am I quiet;
I have no rest, for trouble comes.”
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