Job 3

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At last Job spoke, and he cursed the day of his birth. He said:

“Let the day of my birth be erased,

and the night I was conceived.

Let that day be turned to darkness.

Let it be lost even to God on high,

and let no light shine on it.

Let the darkness and utter gloom claim that day for its own.

Let a black cloud overshadow it,

and let the darkness terrify it.

Let that night be blotted off the calendar,

never again to be counted among the days of the year,

never again to appear among the months.

Let that night be childless.

Let it have no joy.

Let those who are experts at cursing—

whose cursing could rouse Leviathan—

curse that day.

Let its morning stars remain dark.

Let it hope for light, but in vain;

may it never see the morning light.

Curse that day for failing to shut my mother’s womb,

for letting me be born to see all this trouble.

“Why wasn’t I born dead?

Why didn’t I die as I came from the womb?

Why was I laid on my mother’s lap?

Why did she nurse me at her breasts?

Had I died at birth, I would now be at peace.

I would be asleep and at rest.

I would rest with the world’s kings and prime ministers,

whose great buildings now lie in ruins.

I would rest with princes, rich in gold,

whose palaces were filled with silver.

Why wasn’t I buried like a stillborn child,

like a baby who never lives to see the light?

For in death the wicked cause no trouble,

and the weary are at rest.

Even captives are at ease in death,

with no guards to curse them.

Rich and poor are both there,

and the slave is free from his master.

“Oh, why give light to those in misery,

and life to those who are bitter?

They long for death, and it won’t come.

They search for death more eagerly than for hidden treasure.

They’re filled with joy when they finally die,

and rejoice when they find the grave.

Why is life given to those with no future,

those God has surrounded with difficulties?

I cannot eat for sighing;

my groans pour out like water.

What I always feared has happened to me.

What I dreaded has come true.

I have no peace, no quietness.

I have no rest; only trouble comes.”

Después de esto abrió Job su boca, y maldijo su día. Y exclamó Job, y dijo:

Perezca el día en que yo nací, y la noche en que se dijo: Varón es concebido.

Sea aquel día sombrío, y no cuide de él Dios desde arriba, ni claridad sobre él resplandezca.

Aféenlo tinieblas y sombra de muerte; repose sobre él nublado, que lo haga horrible como día caliginoso.

Ocupe la oscuridad aquella noche; no sea contada entre los días del año, ni venga en el número de los meses.

¡Oh que fuera aquella noche solitaria, que no viniera canción alguna en ella!

Maldíganla los que maldicen el día, los que se aprestan para levantar su llanto.

Oscurézcanse las estrellas de su alba; espere la luz, y no venga, ni vea los párpados de la mañana:

Por cuanto no cerró las puertas del vientre de mi madre, ni escondió de mis ojos la miseria.

¿Por qué no morí yo en la matriz, o entregué el espíritu al salir del vientre?

¿Por qué me recibieron las rodillas? ¿Y para qué los pechos para que mamase?

Pues ahora yacería yo, y reposaría; dormiría, y entonces tendría reposo,

con los reyes y con los consejeros de la tierra, que edifican para sí lugares desolados;

o con los príncipes que poseían el oro, que llenaban sus casas de plata.

O ¿por qué no fui escondido como abortado, como los pequeñitos que nunca vieron la luz?

Allí los impíos dejan de perturbar, y allí descansan los de agotadas fuerzas.

Allí reposan juntos los cautivos; no oyen la voz del opresor.

Allí están el chico y el grande; y el siervo es libre de su señor.

¿Para qué se da luz al trabajado, y vida al amargado de alma,

que esperan la muerte, y ella no llega, aunque la buscan más que a tesoros enterrados;

que se alegran sobremanera, y se gozan, cuando hallan el sepulcro?

¿Para qué se da luz al hombre que no sabe por dónde va, y al cual Dios ha acorralado?

Pues antes que mi pan viene mi suspiro; y mis gemidos corren como aguas.

Porque el temor que me espantaba me ha venido, y me ha acontecido lo que yo temía.

No he tenido paz, no me aseguré, ni estuve reposado; no obstante me vino turbación.

Should we as Christians be depressed? Should we ever wish we were not born? Should we wish that God would kill us?

Job did!

Job was a man of God, and he wished these things.

Why is it when we have deep despair that some people feel they need to tell us that we shouldn’t because we are not supposed to? Does it say in the Word of God that we shouldn’t feel deep despair? I have never seen it.

It is what we do with these feelings that matters. If we run out and steal to provide, we are wrong. If we try to commit suicide, that is against God’s Word. If we fall on our knees and cry out to our Father in Heaven and our Lord Jesus, Yes, that is what we must do.

God allows us to go through storms and to feel deep despair. We will then realize all we really have is Him. He is the only one who can help…and HE WILL.

If you are feeling deep despair over health, finances, family issues, or anything else, it is ok–tell God what you are feeling. You can have those feelings, but tell God and ask for Him to help.

The next time someone who thinks they know that God and the Bible says you shouldn’t feel these feelings, send them to the book of Job. Ask them if they think they are more of, or even as much as a man or woman of God as Job was. He felt the feelings and voiced it. God listened. Jobs friends tried to tell him the same things your friends may be trying to tell you.

Read the end of the book of Job. The friends were reprimanded by God and Job was blessed immeasurably.

It is ok–you can feel despair.

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Riu

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