微读圣经

Job’s Lament

1Afterward Job opened his mouth and cursed Lit his daythe day of his birth.

2And Job Lit answered and saidsaid,

3“May the day on which I was to be born perish,

As well as the night which said, ‘A Lit man-childboy is conceived.’

4May that day be darkness;

May God above not care for it,

Nor light shine on it.

5May darkness and black gloom 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 rejoice among the days of the year;

May it not come into the number of the months.

7Behold, may that night be barren;

May no joyful shout enter it.

8May those curse it who curse the day,

Who are Or skillfulprepared to disturb Leviathan.

9May the stars of its twilight be darkened;

May it wait for light but have none,

And may it not see the Lit eyelids of dawnbreaking dawn;

10Because it did not shut the opening of my mother’s womb,

Or hide trouble from my eyes.

11“Why did I not die Lit from the wombat birth,

Come out of the womb and pass away?

12Why were the knees there in front of me,

And why the breasts, that I would nurse?

13For now I would have lain down and been quiet;

I would have slept then, I would have been at rest,

14With kings and counselors of the earth,

Who rebuilt ruins for themselves;

15Or with rulers who had gold,

Who were filling their houses with silver.

16Or like a miscarriage which is I.e., buriedhidden, I would not exist,

As infants that never saw light.

17There the wicked cease from raging,

And there the Lit weary of strengthweary are at rest.

18The prisoners are at ease together;

They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.

19The small and the great are there,

And the slave is free from his master.

20“Why is light given to one burdened with grief,

And life to the bitter of soul,

21Who Lit waitlong for death, but there is none,

And dig for it more than for hidden treasures;

22Who are filled with jubilation,

And rejoice when they find the grave?

23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden,

And whom God has shut off?

24For my groaning comes at the sight of my food,

And my cries pour out like water.

25For Lit I fear a fear, and it comeswhat I fear comes upon me,

And what I dread Lit comes to meencounters me.

26I am not at ease, nor am I quiet,

And I am not at rest, but turmoil comes.”