Job 3
Catholic Public Domain Version
1After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed his day,
2and this is what he said:
3May the day perish on which I was born, and the night, in which it was said, “A man has been conceived.”
4May that day be turned into darkness, may God not seek it from above, and may light not illuminate it.
5Let darkness and the shadow of death obscure it, let a fog overtake it, and let it be enveloped in bitterness.
6Let a whirlwind of darkness take hold of that night, let it not be counted in the days of the year, nor numbered in the months.
7May that night be alone and unworthy of praise.
8May they curse it, who curse the day, who are prepared to awaken a leviathan.
9Let the stars be concealed with its darkness. Let it expect light, and not see it, nor the rising of the dawn in the East.
10For it did not close the doors of the womb that bore me, nor take away evils from my eyes.
11Why did I not die in the womb? Having left the womb, why did I not immediately perish?
12Why was I received upon the knees? Why was I suckled at the breasts?
13For by now, I should have been sleeping silently, and taking rest in my sleep
14with the kings and consuls of the earth, who build themselves solitudes,
15either with princes, who possess gold and fill their houses with silver,
16or, like a hidden miscarriage, I should not have continued, just like those who, being conceived, have not seen the light.
17There the impious cease from rebellion, and there the wearied in strength take rest.
18And at such times, having been bound together without difficulty, they have not heard the voice of the bailiff.
19The small and great are there, and the servant is free from his master.
20Why is light given to the miserable, and life to those who are in bitterness of soul,
21who expect death, and it does not arrive, like those who dig for treasure
22and who rejoice greatly when they have found the grave,
23to a man whose way is hidden and whom God has surrounded with darkness?
24Before I eat, I sigh; and like overflowing waters, so is my howl,
25for the terror that I feared has happened to me, and so has the dread befallen me.
26Have I not remained hidden? Have I not kept silence? Have I not remained calm? Yet indignation has overcome me.
Reina-Valera 1909
1DESPUÉS de esto abrió Job su boca, y maldijo su día.
2Y exclamó Job, y dijo:
3Perezca el día en que yo nací, y la noche que se dijo: Varón es concebido.
4Sea aquel día sombrío, y Dios no cuide de él desde arriba, ni claridad sobre él resplandezca.
5Aféenlo tinieblas y sombra de muerte; repose sobre él nublado, que lo haga horrible como caliginoso día.
6Ocupe la oscuridad aquella noche; no sea contada entre los días del año, ni venga en el número de los meses.
7¡Oh si fuere aquella noche solitaria, que no viniera canción alguna en ella!
8Maldíganla los que maldicen al día, los que se aprestan para levantar su llanto.
9Oscurézcanse las estrellas de su alba; espere la luz, y no venga, ni vea los párpados de la mañana:
10Por cuanto no cerró las puertas del vientre donde yo estaba, ni escondió de mis ojos la miseria.
11¿Por qué no morí yo desde la matriz, o fuí traspasado en saliendo del vientre?
12¿Por qué me previnieron las rodillas? ¿y para qué las tetas que mamase?
13Pues que ahora yaciera yo, y reposara; durmiera, y entonces tuviera reposo,
14Con los reyes y con los consejeros de la tierra, que edifican para sí los desiertos;
15O con los príncipes que poseían el oro, que henchían sus casas de plata.
16O ¿por qué no fuí escondido como aborto, como los pequeñitos que nunca vieron luz?
17Allí los impíos dejan el perturbar, y allí descansan los de cansadas fuerzas.
18Allí asimismo reposan los cautivos; no oyen la voz del exactor.
19Allí están el chico y el grande; y el siervo libre de su señor.
20¿Por qué se da luz al trabajado, y vida á los de ánimo en amargura,
21Que esperan la muerte, y ella no llega, aunque la buscan más que tesoros;
22Que se alegran sobremanera, y se gozan, cuando hallan el sepulcro?
23¿Por qué al hombre que no sabe por donde vaya, y al cual Dios ha encerrado?
24Pues antes que mi pan viene mi suspiro; y mis gemidos corren como aguas.
25Porque el temor que me espantaba me ha venido, y hame acontecido lo que temía.
26No he tenido paz, no me aseguré, ni me estuve reposado; vínome no obstante turbación.
King James Version
1After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
2And Job spake, and said,
3Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.
4Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
5Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
6As 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.
7Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.
8Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
9Let 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:
10Because it shut not up the doors of my mother’s womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
11Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
12Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
13For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
14With kings and counsellors of the earth, which built desolate places for themselves;
15Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
16Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
17There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.
18There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
19The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.
20Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;
21Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
22Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
23Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
25For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.
26I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.
World English Bible
1After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed the day of his birth.
2Job answered:
3“Let the day perish in which I was born, the night which said, ‘There is a boy conceived.’
4Let that day be darkness. Don’t let God from above seek for it, neither let the light shine on it.
5Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. Let a cloud dwell on it. Let all that makes the day black terrify it.
6As for that night, let thick darkness seize on it. Let it not rejoice among the days of the year. Let it not come into the number of the months.
7Behold, let that night be barren. Let no joyful voice come therein.
8Let them curse it who curse the day, who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
9Let the stars of its twilight be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, neither let it see the eyelids of the morning,
10because it didn’t shut up the doors of my mother’s womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
11“Why didn’t I die from the womb? Why didn’t I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
12Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should nurse?
13For now I should have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,
14with kings and counselors of the earth, who built up waste places for themselves;
15or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver;
16or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, as infants who never saw light.
17There the wicked cease from troubling. There the weary are at rest.
18There the prisoners are at ease together. They don’t hear the voice of the taskmaster.
19The small and the great are there. The servant is free from his master.
20“Why is light given to him who is in misery, life to the bitter in soul,
21who long for death, but it doesn’t come; and dig for it more than for hidden treasures,
22who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
23Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?
24For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
25For the thing which I fear comes on me, that which I am afraid of comes to me.
26I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither do I have rest; but trouble comes.”