Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.
Job 3:3 • King James Version
Let the day of my birth disappear from the earth;
how I wish I had never been born!
You don't know how I'm grieved that my mother conceived,
and I hold my conception in scorn.
Will you get offended if somebody tries to talk to you?
Who can keep from speaking at a time like this?
Look! You’ve admonished many people,
and you’ve strengthened feeble hands.
Job 4:2-3 • International Standard Version
You Reap What You Sow
Will you find my words too distressing?
Regardless — I really must speak.
For you've been to many a blessing,
and strengthened the hands of the weak.
Call out if you please, but who will answer?
To which of the holy ones will you turn?
For resentment kills a fool,
and envy slays the simple.
Job 5:1-2 • Berean Study Bible
God is Just
Cry out, but will anyone answer?
For which of your saints could explain?
Resentment will kill fools like cancer;
from envy the simple are slain.
Oh that my grief were actually weighed
And laid in the balances together with my calamity!
For then it would be heavier than the sand of the seas;
Therefore my words have been rash.
Job 6:2-3 • New American Standard
With Friends Like These
If my grief could be laid on the scales to be weighed,
with my troubles — how great would they be?
Its no wonder my words have been rash and absurd —
they'd outweigh all the sand in the sea.
Is not all human life a struggle?
Our lives are like that of a hired hand,
like a worker who longs for the shade,
like a servant waiting to be paid.
Job 7:1-2 • New Living Translation
Life is Hard
Life is hard here on earth and we're working since birth;
do we not live our lives as a slave?
Like one longing for shade or who hopes to be paid;
what is life — but a foot in the grave.
Indeed, I know that this is true.
But how can mere mortals prove their innocence before God?
Though they wished to dispute with him,
they could not answer him one time out of a thousand.
Job 9: 2-3 • New International Version
You have said nothing new, for I know this is true.
Are my morals so different than God's?
If I filed a tort, could I answer in court
when a thousand-to-one are my odds?
I am disgusted with my life.
Let me complain freely.
My bitter soul must complain.
I will say to God, ‘Don’t simply condemn me—
tell me the charge you are bringing against me.'
Job 10:1-2 • New Living Translation
Created for This?
I am weary of life. I'll complain of this strife;
let my soul, so embittered, cry out.
And to God, let me say, Don't condemn me this way,
let me know what my charge is about.