American Standard Version of 1901
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Call now; is there any that will answer thee?And to which of the holy ones wilt thou turn?
For vexation killeth the foolish man,And {Or, indignation}jealousy slayeth the silly one.
I have seen the foolish taking root:But suddenly I cursed his habitation.
His children are far from safety,And they are crushed in the gate,Neither is there any to deliver them:
Whose harvest the hungry eateth up,And taketh it even out of the thorns;And {According to Vulgate, the thirsty swallow up.}the snare gapeth for their substance.
After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
And Job answered and said:
Let the day perish wherein I was born,And the night which said, There is a man-child conceived.
Let that day be darkness;Let not God from above seek for it,Neither let the light shine upon it.
Let darkness and {Or, deep darkness (and so elsewhere)}the shadow of death claim it for their own;Let a cloud dwell upon it;Let all that maketh black the day terrify it.
As for that night, let thick darkness seize upon it:Let it not rejoice among the days of the year;Let it not come into the number of the months.
Lo, let that night be {Or, solitary}barren;Let no joyful voice come therein.
Let them curse it that curse the day,Who are {Or, skilful}ready to rouse up leviathan.
Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark:Let it look for light, but have none;Neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning:
Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb,Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.
Why died I not from the womb?Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?
Why did the knees receive me?Or why the breast, that I should suck?
For now should I have lain down and been quiet;I should have slept; then had I been at rest,
With kings and counsellors of the earth,Who {Or, built solitary piles}built up waste places for themselves;
Or with princes that had gold,Who filled their houses with silver
Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been,As infants that never saw light.
There the wicked cease from {Or, raging}troubling;And there the weary are at rest.
There the prisoners are at ease together;They hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
The small and the great are there:And the servant is free from his master.
Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery,And life unto the bitter in soul;
Who {Hebrew: wait.}long for death, but it cometh not,And dig for it more than for hid treasures;
Who rejoice {Or, unto exultation}exceedingly,And are glad, when they can find the grave?
Why is light given to a man whose way is hid,And whom God hath hedged in?
For my sighing cometh {Or, like my food}before I eat,And my {Hebrew: roarings.}groanings are poured out like water.
For {Or, the thing which I feared is come &c.}the thing which I fear cometh upon me,And that which I am afraid of cometh unto me.
I {Or, was not at ease…yet trouble came}am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest;But trouble cometh.
And they that know thy name will put their trust in thee;For thou, Jehovah, hast not forsaken them that seek thee.
I have been young, and now am old;Yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken,Nor his seed begging bread.
After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
And Job answered and said:
Let the day perish wherein I was born,And the night which said, There is a man-child conceived.
Let that day be darkness;Let not God from above seek for it,Neither let the light shine upon it.
Let darkness and {Or, deep darkness (and so elsewhere)}the shadow of death claim it for their own;Let a cloud dwell upon it;Let all that maketh black the day terrify it.
As for that night, let thick darkness seize upon it:Let it not rejoice among the days of the year;Let it not come into the number of the months.
Lo, let that night be {Or, solitary}barren;Let no joyful voice come therein.
Let them curse it that curse the day,Who are {Or, skilful}ready to rouse up leviathan.
Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark:Let it look for light, but have none;Neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning:
Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb,Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.
Why died I not from the womb?Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?
Why did the knees receive me?Or why the breast, that I should suck?
For now should I have lain down and been quiet;I should have slept; then had I been at rest,
With kings and counsellors of the earth,Who {Or, built solitary piles}built up waste places for themselves;
Or with princes that had gold,Who filled their houses with silver
Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been,As infants that never saw light.
There the wicked cease from {Or, raging}troubling;And there the weary are at rest.
There the prisoners are at ease together;They hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
The small and the great are there:And the servant is free from his master.
Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery,And life unto the bitter in soul;
Who {Hebrew: wait.}long for death, but it cometh not,And dig for it more than for hid treasures;
Who rejoice {Or, unto exultation}exceedingly,And are glad, when they can find the grave?
Why is light given to a man whose way is hid,And whom God hath hedged in?
For my sighing cometh {Or, like my food}before I eat,And my {Hebrew: roarings.}groanings are poured out like water.
For {Or, the thing which I feared is come &c.}the thing which I fear cometh upon me,And that which I am afraid of cometh unto me.
I {Or, was not at ease…yet trouble came}am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest;But trouble cometh.
According as I have seen, they that plow iniquity,And sow {Or, mischief}trouble, reap the same.
Now a thing was {Hebrew: brought by stealth.}secretly brought to me,And mine ear received a whisper thereof.