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| 1 After this hath Job opened his mouth, and revileth his day. |
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| 2 And Job answereth and saith: |
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| 3 Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: 'A man-child hath been conceived.' |
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| 4 That day let it be darkness, Let not God require it from above, Nor let light shine upon it. |
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| 5 Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days. |
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| 6 That night let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Into the number of months let it not come. |
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| 7 Lo! that night let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it. |
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| 8 Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan. |
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| 9 Let the stars of its twilight be dark, Let it wait for light, and there is none, And let it not look on the eyelids of the dawn. |
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| 10 Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes. |
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| 11 Why from the womb do I not die From the belly I have come forth and gasp! |
Died I not – He wished that he had never been born. R5402:1
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| 12 Wherefore have knees been before me And what [are] breasts, that I suck |
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| 13 For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept then there is rest to me, |
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| 14 With kings and counsellors of earth, These building wastes for themselves. |
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| 15 Or with princes they have gold, They are filling their houses [with] silver. |
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| 16 (Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants they have not seen light.) |
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| 17 There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power. |
Be at rest – Asleep in the tomb, in sheol, in hades, in the grave. SM312:T, R4792:6
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| 18 Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor, |
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| 19 Small and great [are] there the same. And a servant [is] free from his lord. |
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| 20 Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul |
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| 21 Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures. |
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| 22 Who are glad unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave. |
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| 23 To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up |
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| 24 For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters [are] my roarings. |
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| 25 For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me. |
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| 26 I was not safe nor was I quiet Nor was I at rest and trouble cometh! |
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