Parallel Bible results for "Job 3"

Job 3

New International Reader's Version NIRV

1 After a while, Job opened his mouth to speak. He called down a curse on the day he had been born.

2 He said,

3 "May the day I was born be wiped out. May the night be wiped away when people said, 'A boy is born!'

4 May that day turn into darkness. May God in heaven not care about it. May no light shine on it.

5 May darkness and deep shadow take it back. May a cloud settle over it. May blackness cover up its light.

6 May deep darkness take over the night I was born. May it not be included among the days of the year. May it never appear in any of the months.

7 May no children ever have been born on that night. May no shout of joy be heard in it.

8 May people call down a curse on that day. May those who are ready to wake up the sea monster Leviathan curse that day.

9 May its morning stars become dark. May it lose all hope of ever seeing daylight. May it not see the first light of the morning sun.

10 It didn't keep my mother from letting me be born. It didn't keep my eyes from seeing trouble.

11 "Why didn't I die when I was born? Why didn't I die as I came out of my mother's body?

12 Why was I placed on her knees? Why did her breasts give me milk?

13 If all of that hadn't happened, I would be lying down in peace. I'd be asleep and at rest in the grave.

14 I'd be with the earth's kings and advisers. They had built for themselves places that are now destroyed.

15 I'd be with rulers who used to have gold. They had filled their houses with silver.

16 Why wasn't I buried like a baby who was born dead? Why wasn't I buried like a child who never saw the light of day?

17 In the grave, sinful people don't cause trouble anymore. And there those who are tired find rest.

18 Prisoners also enjoy peace there. They don't hear a slave driver shouting at them anymore.

19 The least important and most important people are there. And there the slaves are set free from their owners.

20 "Why is the light that leads to life given to those who suffer? Why is it given to those whose spirits are bitter?

21 Why is life given to those who long for death that doesn't come? Why is it given to those who would rather search for death than for hidden treasure?

22 Why is life given to those who are actually happy and glad when they reach the grave?

23 Why is life given to a man like me? God hasn't told me what will happen to me. He has surrounded me with nothing but trouble.

24 I sigh instead of eating food. Groans pour out of me like water.

25 What I was afraid of has come on me. What I worried about has happened to me.

26 I don't have any peace and quiet. I can't find any rest. All I have is trouble."

New International Version NIV

1 After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.

2 He said:

3 “May the day of my birth perish, and the night that said, ‘A boy is conceived!’

4 That day—may it turn to darkness; may God above not care about it; may no light shine on it.

5 May gloom and utter darkness claim it once more; may a cloud settle over it; may blackness overwhelm it.

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 May that night be barren; may no shout of joy be heard in it.

8 May those who curse days curse that day, those who are ready to rouse Leviathan.

9 May its morning stars become dark; may it wait for daylight in vain and not see the first rays of dawn,

10 for it did not shut the doors of the womb on me to hide trouble from my eyes.

11 “Why did I not perish at birth, and die as I came from the womb?

12 Why were there knees to receive me and breasts that I might be nursed?

13 For now I would be lying down in peace; I would be asleep and at rest

14 with kings and rulers of the earth, who built for themselves places now lying in ruins,

15 with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.

16 Or why was I not hidden away in the ground like a stillborn child, like an infant who never saw the light of day?

17 There the wicked cease from turmoil, and there the weary are at rest.

18 Captives also enjoy their ease; they no longer hear the slave driver’s shout.

19 The small and the great are there, and the slaves are freed from their owners.

20 “Why is light given to those in misery, and life to the bitter of soul,

21 to those who long for death that does not come, who search for it more than for hidden treasure,

22 who are filled with gladness and rejoice when they reach the grave?

23 Why is life given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?

24 For sighing has become my daily food; my groans pour out like water.

25 What I feared has come upon me; what I dreaded has happened to me.

26 I have no peace, no quietness; I have no rest, but only turmoil.”