Job 3
1 After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed his day.
Bout pou bout, Jòb louvri bouch li, li pran madichonnen jou l' te fèt la.
2 Job answered:
Li di konsa:
3 "Let the day perish in which I was born, the night which said, 'A man is conceived.'
-Se pou Bondye efase jou m' te fèt la. Se pou l' efase jou lannwit m' te konmanse devlope nan vant manman m' lan.
4 Let that day be darkness. May God above not care about it, neither let the light shine on it.
Fè jou sa a tounen fènwa, Bondye! Kote ou chita anwo a, pa janm chonje jou sa a ankò. Pa janm kite limyè solèy klere l'.
5 Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. Let a cloud dwell on it. Let the blackness of the day terrify it.
Se pou fènwa anvayi jou sa a. Se pou nwaj kouvri l' nèt. Se pou lonbraj lanmò bouche l' nèt.
6 As for that night, let thick darkness seize on it. Let it not rejoice among the days of the year. Let it not come into the number of the months.
Jou lannwit sa a, se pou fènwa pran l' pou li nèt. Se pou l' disparèt nèt nan lanne a pou yo pa janm konte l' nan almanak ankò.
7 Look, let that night be barren. Let no joyful voice come in it.
Se pou jou lannwit sa a fè cheve nan tèt moun kanpe, pou yo pa tande pèsonn ap ri!
8 Let them curse it who curse the day, who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
Se pou chòche yo bay jou lannwit sa a madichon, yo menm ki konn ki jan pou yo eksite levyatan an!
9 Let the stars of its twilight be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, neither let it see the eyelids of the morning,
Pa kite gwo zetwal devanjou a klere jou sa a. Pa janm fè bajou kase pou li, pou l' pa janm wè solèy leve.
10 because it did not shut up the doors of my mother's womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
Paske li pa t' enpoze m' soti nan vant manman m', li pa t' egzante m' tout soufrans sa yo.
11 "Why did I not die from the womb? Why did I not give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
Poukisa mwen pa t' mouri depi nan vant manman m'? Poukisa mwen pa t' tou mouri nan pasaj kite sa?
12 Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
Poukisa mwen te jwenn yon manman ki pran m' sou jenou li epi ki ban m' tete?
13 For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,
Si m' te mouri, atò konsa mwen pa ta nan tout lapenn sa a. Mwen ta kouche yon kote ap dòmi ak kè poze,
14 with kings and counselors of the earth, who built up waste places for themselves;
ansanm ak wa yo ak gwo chèf yo, ki fè bati gwo tonm pou yo nan mitan dezè.
15 or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
Mwen ta kouche ap dòmi ansanm ak chèf ki te gen kay yo plen lò ak ajan.
16 or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, as infants who never saw light.
Ou ankò, mwen ta tankou yon timoun ki fèt anvan tèm, tankou timoun ki fèt tou mouri.
17 There the wicked cease from troubling. There the weary are at rest.
Kote yo ye anba tè a, mechan yo sispann bay kò yo mouvman. Anba tè a, sa ki bouke travay ap poze kò yo.
18 There the prisoners are at ease together. They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.
Anba tè a, tout prizonye gen kè poze. Yo p'ap tande vwa majò prizon an nan zòrèy yo.
19 The small and the great are there. The servant is free from his master.
Anba tè a, se menm bagay pou grannèg kou malere. Ata esklav pa gen mèt ankò!
20 "Why is light given to him who is in misery, life to the bitter in soul,
Poukisa, Bondye, ou kite moun ki nan mizè ap viv? Poukisa ou bay moun ki nan gwo lapenn lavi?
21 Who long for death, but it doesn't come; and dig for it more than for hidden treasures,
Y'ap tann lanmò konsa. Men, lanmò pa vini! Yo ta pito lanmò pase nenpòt gwo richès!
22 who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
Yo pa gen kè kontan toutotan yo pa mouri, toutotan yo pa ale anba tè.
23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, whom God has hedged in?
Yo pa konn sa pou yo fè. Bondye sènen yo kote yo pase.
24 For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
Mwen pa ka manje. Se plenn m'ap plenn. M'ap soufri, dlo nan je m' tankou larivyè k'ap koule.
25 For the thing which I fear comes on me, That which I am afraid of comes to me.
Sa m' pè rive m' lan, se li k'ap rive m'. Sa m' pa ta vle wè a, se li ki tonbe sou mwen.
26 I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest; but trouble comes."
Kè m' pa poze. Tèt mwen pa la. Mwen pa ka dòmi. Se soti nan ka tonbe nan ka.
