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Job 3
Rahlfs Septuagint (1935) · Berean Standard Bible
μετὰ τοῦτο ἤνοιξεν Ιωβ τὸ στόμα αὐτοῦ
After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.
ἀπόλοιτο ἡ ἡμέρα ἐν ᾗ ἐγεννήθην καὶ ἡ νύξ ἐν ᾗ εἶπαν ἰδοὺ ἄρσεν
“May the day of my birth perish, and the night it was said, ‘A boy is conceived.’
ἡ ἡμέρα ἐκείνη εἴη σκότος καὶ μὴ ἀναζητήσαι αὐτὴν ὁ κύριος ἄνωθεν μηδὲ ἔλθοι εἰς αὐτὴν φέγγος
If only that day had turned to darkness! May God above disregard it; may no light shine upon it.
ἐκλάβοι δὲ αὐτὴν σκότος καὶ σκιὰ θανάτου ἐπέλθοι ἐπ᾿ αὐτὴν γνόφος
May darkness and gloom reclaim it, and a cloud settle over it; may the blackness of the day overwhelm it.
καταραθείη ἡ ἡμέρα καὶ ἡ νὺξ ἐκείνη ἀπενέγκαιτο αὐτὴν σκότος μὴ εἴη εἰς ἡμέρας ἐνιαυτοῦ μηδὲ ἀριθμηθείη εἰς ἡμέρας μηνῶν
If only darkness had taken that night away! May it not appear among the days of the year; may it never be entered in any of the months.
ἀλλὰ ἡ νὺξ ἐκείνη εἴη ὀδύνη καὶ μὴ ἔλθοι ἐπ᾿ αὐτὴν εὐφροσύνη μηδὲ χαρμονή
Behold, may that night be barren; may no joyful voice come into it.
ἀλλὰ καταράσαιτο αὐτὴν ὁ καταρώμενος τὴν ἡμέραν ἐκείνην ὁ μέλλων τὸ μέγα κῆτος χειρώσασθαι
May it be cursed by those who curse the day (note: Or curse the sea)—those prepared to rouse Leviathan.
σκοτωθείη τὰ ἄστρα τῆς νυκτὸς ἐκείνης ὑπομείναι καὶ εἰς φωτισμὸν μὴ ἔλθοι καὶ μὴ ἴδοι ἑωσφόρον ἀνατέλλοντα
May its morning stars grow dark; may it wait in vain for daylight; may it not see the breaking of dawn.
ὅτι οὐ συνέκλεισεν πύλας γαστρὸς μητρός μου ἀπήλλαξεν γὰρ ἂν πόνον ἀπὸ ὀφθαλμῶν μου
For that night did not shut the doors of the womb to hide the sorrow from my eyes.
διὰ τί γὰρ ἐν κοιλίᾳ οὐκ ἐτελεύτησα ἐκ γαστρὸς δὲ ἐξῆλθον καὶ οὐκ εὐθὺς ἀπωλόμην
Why did I not perish at birth; why did I not die as I came from the womb?
ἵνα τί δὲ συνήντησάν μοι γόνατα ἵνα τί δὲ μαστοὺς ἐθήλασα
Why were there knees to receive me, and breasts that I should be nursed?
νῦν ἂν κοιμηθεὶς ἡσύχασα ὑπνώσας δὲ ἀνεπαυσάμην
For now I would be lying down in peace; I would be asleep and at rest
μετὰ βασιλέων βουλευτῶν γῆς οἳ ἠγαυριῶντο ἐπὶ ξίφεσιν
with kings and counselors of the earth, who built for themselves cities now in ruins,
ἢ μετὰ ἀρχόντων ὧν πολὺς ὁ χρυσός οἳ ἔπλησαν τοὺς οἴκους αὐτῶν ἀργυρίου
or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.
ἢ ὥσπερ ἔκτρωμα ἐκπορευόμενον ἐκ μήτρας μητρὸς ἢ ὥσπερ νήπιοι οἳ οὐκ εἶδον φῶς
Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn child, like an infant who never sees daylight?
ἐκεῖ ἀσεβεῖς ἐξέκαυσαν θυμὸν ὀργῆς ἐκεῖ ἀνεπαύσαντο κατάκοποι τῷ σώματι
There the wicked cease from raging, and there the weary find rest.
ὁμοθυμαδὸν δὲ οἱ αἰώνιοι οὐκ ἤκουσαν φωνὴν φορολόγου
The captives enjoy their ease; they do not hear the voice of the oppressor.
μικρὸς καὶ μέγας ἐκεῖ ἐστιν καὶ θεράπων οὐ δεδοικὼς τὸν κύριον αὐτοῦ
Both small and great are there, and the slave is freed from his master.
ἵνα τί γὰρ δέδοται τοῖς ἐν πικρίᾳ φῶς ζωὴ δὲ ταῖς ἐν ὀδύναις ψυχαῖς
Why is light given to the miserable, and life to the bitter of soul,
οἳ ὁμείρονται τοῦ θανάτου καὶ οὐ τυγχάνουσιν ἀνορύσσοντες ὥσπερ θησαυρούς
who long for death that does not come, and search for it like hidden treasure,
περιχαρεῖς δὲ ἐγένοντο ἐὰν κατατύχωσιν
who rejoice and greatly exult when they reach the grave?
θάνατος ἀνδρὶ ἀνάπαυμα συνέκλεισεν γὰρ ὁ θεὸς κατ᾿ αὐτοῦ
Why is life given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?
πρὸ γὰρ τῶν σίτων μου στεναγμός μοι ἥκει δακρύω δὲ ἐγὼ συνεχόμενος φόβῳ
I sigh when food is put before me, and my groans pour out like water.
φόβος γάρ ὃν ἐφρόντισα ἦλθέν μοι καὶ ὃν ἐδεδοίκειν συνήντησέν μοι
For the thing I feared has overtaken me, and what I dreaded has befallen me.
οὔτε εἰρήνευσα οὔτε ἡσύχασα οὔτε ἀνεπαυσάμην ἦλθεν δέ μοι ὀργή
I am not at ease or quiet; I have no rest, for trouble has come.”