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diff --git a/bible/base_files/engBBE_019_JOB_03_read.txt b/bible/base_files/engBBE_019_JOB_03_read.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..85f2006 --- /dev/null +++ b/bible/base_files/engBBE_019_JOB_03_read.txt @@ -0,0 +1,28 @@ +Job. +Chapter 3. +Then, opening his mouth, and cursing the day of his birth, +Job made answer and said, +Let destruction take the day of my birth, and the night on which it was said, A man child has come into the world. +That day — let it be dark; let not God take note of it from on high, and let not the light be shining on it; +Let the dark and the black night take it for themselves; let it be covered with a cloud; let the dark shades of day send fear on it. +That night — let the thick dark take it; let it not have joy among the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the months. +As for that night, let it have no fruit; let no voice of joy be sounded in it; +Let it be cursed by those who put a curse on the day; who are ready to make Leviathan awake. +Let its morning stars be dark; let it be looking for light, but may it not have any; let it not see the eyes of the dawn. +Because it did not keep the doors of my mother's body shut, so that trouble might be veiled from my eyes. +Why did death not take me when I came out of my mother's body, why did I not, when I came out, give up my last breath? +Why did the knees take me, or why the breasts that they might give me milk? +For then I might have gone to my rest in quiet, and in sleep have been in peace, +With kings and the wise ones of the earth, who put up great houses for themselves; +Or with rulers who had gold, and whose houses were full of silver; +Or as a child dead at birth I might never have come into existence; like young children who have not seen the light. +There the passions of the evil are over, and those whose strength has come to an end have rest. +There the prisoners are at peace together; the voice of the overseer comes not again to their ears. +The small and the great are there, and the servant is free from his master. +Why does he give light to him who is in trouble, and life to the bitter in soul; +To those whose desire is for death, but it comes not; who are searching for it more than for secret wealth; +Who are glad with great joy, and full of delight when they come to their last resting-place; +To a man whose way is veiled, and who is shut in by God? +In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water. +For I have a fear and it comes on me, and my heart is greatly troubled. +I have no peace, no quiet, and no rest; nothing but pain comes on me. |