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Jó 3 — Bíblia The Message, 2002 | Gospelmais
25 versículos · The Message, 2002
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1Then Job broke the silence. He spoke up and cursed his fate:
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1After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed the day of his birth.
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2Job answered:
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3"Obliterate the day I was born.Blank out the night I was conceived!
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3“Let the day perish in which I was born, the night which said, ‘There is a boy conceived.’
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4Let it be a black hole in space.May God above forget it ever happened.Erase it from the books!
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4Let that day be darkness. Don’t let God from above seek for it, neither let the light shine on it.
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5May the day of my birth be buried in deep darkness,shrouded by the fog,swallowed by the night.
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5Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. Let a cloud dwell on it. Let all that makes black the day terrify it.
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6And the night of my conception—the devil take it!Rip the date off the calendar,delete it from the almanac.
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6As 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.
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7Oh, turn that night into pure nothingness—no sounds of pleasure from that night, ever!
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7Behold, let that night be barren. Let no joyful voice come therein.
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8May those who are good at cursing curse that day.Unleash the sea beast, Leviathan, on it.
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8Let them curse it who curse the day, who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
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9May its morning stars turn to black cinders,waiting for a daylight that never comes,never once seeing the first light of dawn.
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9Let the stars of its twilight be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, neither let it see the eyelids of the morning,
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10And why? Because it released me from my mother's wombinto a life with so much trouble.
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10because it didn’t shut up the doors of my mother’s womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
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11"Why didn't I die at birth,my first breath out of the womb my last?
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11“Why didn’t I die from the womb? Why didn’t I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
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12Why were there arms to rock me,and breasts for me to drink from?
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12Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should nurse?
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13I could be resting in peace right now,asleep forever, feeling no pain,
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13For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,
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14In the company of kings and statesmenin their royal ruins,
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14with kings and counselors of the earth, who built up waste places for themselves;
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15Or with princes resplendentin their gold and silver tombs.
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15or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
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16Why wasn't I stillborn and buriedwith all the babies who never saw light,
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16or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, as infants who never saw light.
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17Where the wicked no longer trouble anyoneand bone-weary people get a long-deserved rest?
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17There the wicked cease from troubling. There the weary are at rest.
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18Prisoners sleep undisturbed,never again to wake up to the bark of the guards.
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18There the prisoners are at ease together. They don’t hear the voice of the taskmaster.
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19The small and the great are equals in that place,and slaves are free from their masters.
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19The small and the great are there. The servant is free from his master.
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20"Why does God bother giving light to the miserable,why bother keeping bitter people alive,
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20“Why is light given to him who is in misery, life to the bitter in soul,
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21Those who want in the worst way to die, and can't,who can't imagine anything better than death,
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21Who long for death, but it doesn’t come; and dig for it more than for hidden treasures,
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22Who count the day of their death and burialthe happiest day of their life?
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22who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
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23What's the point of life when it doesn't make sense,when God blocks all the roads to meaning?
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23Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?
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24"Instead of bread I get groans for my supper,then leave the table and vomit my anguish.
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24For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
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25The worst of my fears has come true,what I've dreaded most has happened.
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25For the thing which I fear comes on me, That which I am afraid of comes to me.
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26My repose is shattered, my peace destroyed.No rest for me, ever—death has invaded life."
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26I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest; but trouble comes.”