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Job 3 MSG/NIV - Online Parallel Bible

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1 Then Job broke the silence. He spoke up and cursed his fate: 1 After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.
2 2 He said:
3 "Obliterate the day I was born. Blank out the night I was conceived! 3 "May the day of my birth perish, and the night it was said, 'A boy is born!'
4 Let it be a black hole in space. May God above forget it ever happened. Erase it from the books! 4 That day--may it turn to darkness; may God above not care about it; may no light shine upon it.
5 May the day of my birth be buried in deep darkness, shrouded by the fog, swallowed by the night. 5 May darkness and deep shadow claim it once more; may a cloud settle over it; may blackness overwhelm its light.
6 And the night of my conception - the devil take it! Rip the date off the calendar, delete it from the almanac. 6 That night--may thick darkness seize it; may it not be included among the days of the year nor be entered in any of the months.
7 Oh, turn that night into pure nothingness - no sounds of pleasure from that night, ever! 7 May that night be barren; may no shout of joy be heard in it.
8 May those who are good at cursing curse that day. Unleash the sea beast, Leviathan, on it. 8 May those who curse days curse that day, those who are ready to rouse Leviathan.
9 May its morning stars turn to black cinders, waiting for a daylight that never comes, never once seeing the first light of dawn. 9 May its morning stars become dark; may it wait for daylight in vain and not see the first rays of dawn,
10 And why? Because it released me from my mother's womb into a life with so much trouble. 10 for it did not shut the doors of the womb on me to hide trouble from my eyes.
11 "Why didn't I die at birth, my first breath out of the womb my last? 11 "Why did I not perish at birth, and die as I came from the womb?
12 Why were there arms to rock me, and breasts for me to drink from? 12 Why were there knees to receive me and breasts that I might be nursed?
13 I could be resting in peace right now, asleep forever, feeling no pain, 13 For now I would be lying down in peace; I would be asleep and at rest
14 In the company of kings and statesmen in their royal ruins, 14 with kings and counselors of the earth, who built for themselves places now lying in ruins,
15 Or with princes resplendent in their gold and silver tombs. 15 with rulers who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.
16 Why wasn't I stillborn and buried with all the babies who never saw light, 16 Or why was I not hidden in the ground like a stillborn child, like an infant who never saw the light of day?
17 Where the wicked no longer trouble anyone and bone-weary people get a long-deserved rest? 17 There the wicked cease from turmoil, and there the weary are at rest.
18 Prisoners sleep undisturbed, never again to wake up to the bark of the guards. 18 Captives also enjoy their ease; they no longer hear the slave driver's shout.
19 The small and the great are equals in that place, and slaves are free from their masters. 19 The small and the great are there, and the slave is freed from his master.
20 "Why does God bother giving light to the miserable, why bother keeping bitter people alive, 20 "Why is light given to those in misery, and life to the bitter of soul,
21 Those who want in the worst way to die, and can't, who can't imagine anything better than death, 21 to those who long for death that does not come, who search for it more than for hidden treasure,
22 Who count the day of their death and burial the happiest day of their life? 22 who are filled with gladness and rejoice when they reach the grave?
23 What's the point of life when it doesn't make sense, when God blocks all the roads to meaning? 23 Why is life given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?
24 "Instead of bread I get groans for my supper, then leave the table and vomit my anguish. 24 For sighing comes to me instead of food; my groans pour out like water.
25 The worst of my fears has come true, what I've dreaded most has happened. 25 What I feared has come upon me; what I dreaded has happened to me.
26 My repose is shattered, my peace destroyed. No rest for me, ever - death has invaded life." 26 I have no peace, no quietness; I have no rest, but only turmoil."