Job 3

3 ¹After dis one, Job open im mouth, come curse di day wey dem born am. ²E talk say: ³"Make di day wey dem born me perish, and di night wey talk say, 'Dem don conceive boy-pikin.' ⁴Dat day—make e turn darkness! Make God for up no look for am, and make light no shine on top am. ⁵Make darkness and deep shadow claim am; make cloud siddon on top am; make di blackness of di day put fear for am belle. ⁶Dat night—make thick darkness catch am; make e no dey rejoice among di days of di year, and make dem no count am among di months. ⁷Yes, make dat night no born anytin; make no cry of joy enter inside am. ⁸Make dem wey dey curse days curse am—dem wey ready to wake Leviathan. ^a a v8 For di old-old world, dem believe say people wey sabi curse well-well get power on top good days and bad-luck days. ⁹Make di stars of im morning-time turn dark; make e dey hope for light but no see am, and make e never see di first rays of morning, ¹⁰because e no lock di doors of my mama belle, and e no hide trouble comot from my eyes. ¹¹Why I no die di time dem born me, comot from di belle come breathe my last? ¹²Why knees dey wey collect me, or breast wey I go suck? ^b b v12 For di old-old Near East, to put new-born pikin for im relation knees na formal way dem dey take accept di pikin. ¹³Because now-now I for don dey lie down for quiet; I for don dey sleep and dey rest, ¹⁴together wit kings and counselors of di earth wey build ruins for demsef, ¹⁵or together wit princes wey get gold, wey fill dia houses wit silver. ¹⁶Or why dem no bury me as pikin wey die for belle, like small pikin dem wey never see light? ¹⁷Na dia bad people dey stop dia wahala, and na dia di tired people dey rest. ¹⁸Together, di prisoners dey enjoy peace; dem no dey hear di voice of di slave driver again. ¹⁹Di small and di big dey dia di same way, and di slave don free from im master. ²⁰Why dem dey give light to person wey dey suffer, and life to person wey im soul don bitter, ²¹wey dey crave death wey no dey come, and dey dig for am pass person wey dey dig hidden treasure, ²²wey dey jump wit joy and dey happy wen dem find di grave? ²³Why dem dey give light to man wey im way don hide, wey God don fence round? ²⁴Because my sighing dey come before my food, and my groaning dey pour out like water. ²⁵Because di tin wey I dey fear don come on top me, and wetin I dey dread don catch me. ²⁶I no get ease, I no get quiet, I no get rest—na only wahala."