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Job 3

Job Cries Out

1-2 What's the Point of Life?Then Job broke the silence. He spoke up and cursed his fate:3-10 "Obliterate the day I was born. Blank out the night I was conceived! Let it be a black hole in space. May God above forget it ever happened. Erase it from the books! May the day of my birth be buried in deep darkness, shrouded by the fog, swallowed by the night. And the night of my conception—the devil take it! Rip the date off the calendar, delete it from the almanac. Oh, turn that night into pure nothingness— no sounds of pleasure from that night, ever! May those who are good at cursing curse that day. Unleash the sea beast, Leviathan, on it. May its morning stars turn to black cinders, waiting for a daylight that never comes, never once seeing the first light of dawn. And why? Because it released me from my mother's womb into a life with so much trouble.
11-19 "Why didn't I die at birth, my first breath out of the womb my last? Why were there arms to rock me, and breasts for me to drink from? I could be resting in peace right now, asleep forever, feeling no pain, In the company of kings and statesmen in their royal ruins, Or with princes resplendent in their gold and silver tombs. Why wasn't I stillborn and buried with all the babies who never saw light, Where the wicked no longer trouble anyone and bone-weary people get a long-deserved rest? Prisoners sleep undisturbed, never again to wake up to the bark of the guards. The small and the great are equals in that place, and slaves are free from their masters.
20-23 "Why does God bother giving light to the miserable, why bother keeping bitter people alive, Those who want in the worst way to die, and can't, who can't imagine anything better than death, Who count the day of their death and burial the happiest day of their life? What's the point of life when it doesn't make sense, when God blocks all the roads to meaning?
24-26 "Instead of bread I get groans for my supper, then leave the table and vomit my anguish. The worst of my fears has come true, what I've dreaded most has happened. My repose is shattered, my peace destroyed. No rest for me, ever—death has invaded life."

Job 3

II. Job’s Dialogue With His Friends(3:1-27:33)

Job Regrets His Birth

1 After this Job opened his mouths and cursedt the day he was born.t

2 Job spoke upt and said:

3 “Let the day on whicht I was bornt perish,
and the night that said,t
‘A mant has been conceived!’s

4 That dayt – let it be darkness;s
let not God on high regardt it,
nor let light shinet on it!

5 Let darkness and the deepest
shadows claim it;t
let a cloud settle on it;
let whatever blackens the dayt terrify it!

6 That night – let darkness seizet it;
let it not be includedt among the days of the year;
let it not enter among the number of the months!s

7 Indeed,t let that night be barren;t
let no shout of joyt penetratet it!

8 Let those who curse the dayts curse itt
those who are prepared to rouset Leviathan.s

9 Let its morning starst be darkened;
let it waitt for daylight but find none,t
nor let it see the first rayss of dawn,

10 because itt did not shut the doorss of my mother’s womb on me,t
nor did it hide troublet from my eyes!

Job Wishes He Had Died at Birth

11 “Why did I nott diet at birth,t
and why did I not expire
ast I came out of the womb?

12 Why did the knees welcome me,ts
and why were theret two breastss
that I might nurse at them?t

13 For nowt I would be lying down
andt would be quiet,t
I would be asleep and then at peacet

14 with kings and counselors of the earth
who built for themselves places now desolate,t

15 or with princes who possessed gold,t
who filled their palacest with silver.

16 Or whyt wast I not buriedt
like a stillborn infant,t
like infantst who have never seen the light?t

17 Theres the wickeds ceaset from turmoil,t
and there the wearyt are at rest.

18 Theret the prisonerst relaxt together;s
they do not hear the voice of the oppressor.t

19 Small and great aret there,
and the slave is freet from his master.t

Longing for Death

20 “Why does Godt givets light to one who is in misery,s
and life to thoset whose soul is bitter,

21 tot those who waitt for death thatt does not come,
and search for itts
more than for hidden treasures,

22 who rejoicet even to jubilation,t
and are exultantt whent they find the grave?s

23 Why is light givent to a mans
whose way is hidden,t
and whom God has hedged in?t

24 For my sighing comes in place oft my food,s
and my groaningst flow forth like water.t

25 For the very thing I dreadedt has happenedt to me,
and what I feared has come upon me.t

26 I have no ease,t I have no quietness;
I cannot rest;t turmoil has come upon me.”t