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Jobu
Capítulo 3
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Napokon otvori Job usta i prokle dan svoj;
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poče svoju besjedu i reče:
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“O, ne bilo dana kad sam se rodio i noći što javi: 'Začeo se dječak!'
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U crnu tminu dan taj nek se prometne! S visina se njega Bog ne spominjao, svjetlost sunčeva ne svijetlila mu više!
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Mrak i sjena smrtna o nj se otimali, posvema ga tmina gusta prekrila, pomrčine dnevne stravom ga morile!
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O, da bi ga tama svega presvojila, nek' se ne dodaje danima godine, nek' ne ulazi u brojenje mjeseci!
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A noć ona bila žalosna dovijeka, ne čulo se u njoj radosno klicanje!
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Prokleli je oni štono dan proklinju i Levijatana probudit' su kadri!
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Pomrčale zvijezde njezina svanuća, zaludu se ona vidjelu nadala, i zorinih vjeđa ne gledala nigda!
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Što mi od utrobe ne zatvori vrata da sakrije muku od mojih očiju!
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Što nisam mrtav od krila materina, što ne izdahnuh izlazeć' iz utrobe?
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Čemu su me dva koljena prihvatila i dojke dvije da me nejaka podoje?
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U miru bih vječnom počivao sada, spavao bih, pokoj svoj bih uživao
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s kraljevima i savjetnicima zemlje koji su sebi pogradili grobnice,
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ili s knezovima, zlatom bogatima, što su kuće svoje srebrom napunili.
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Ne bih bio - k'o nedonošče zakopano, k'o novorođenče što svjetla ne vidje.
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Zlikovci se više ne obijeste ondje, iznemogli tamo nalaze počinka.
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Sužnjeve na miru tamo ostavljaju: ne slušaju više poviku stražara.
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Malen ondje leži zajedno s velikim, rob je slobodan od gospodara svoga.
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Čemu darovati svjetlo nesretniku i život ljudima zagorčene duše
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koji smrt ištu, a ona ne dolazi, i kao za blagom za njome kopaju?
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Grobnom bi se humku oni radovali, klicali od sreće kad bi grob svoj našli.
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Što će to čovjeku kom je put sakriven, koga je Bog sa svih strana zapriječio?
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Zato videć' hranu, uzdahnuti moram, k'o voda se moji razlijevaju krici.
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Obistinjuje se moje strahovanje, snalazi me, evo, čega god se bojah.
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Pokoja ni mira meni više nema, u mukama mojim nikad mi počinka.”
Job
Capítulo 3
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After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
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And Job spake, and said,
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Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.
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Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
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Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
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As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
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Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.
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Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
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Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
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Because it shut not up the doors of my mother’s womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
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Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
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Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
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For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
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With kings and counsellors of the earth, which built desolate places for themselves;
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Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
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Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
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There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.
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There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
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The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.
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Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;
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Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
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Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
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Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
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For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
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For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.
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I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.