Job Chapter 3
Job straight-up opened his mouth and said, "This day is a complete vibe kill."
After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
Then Job was like,
And Job spake, and said, {spake: Heb. answered}
"For real, I wish that day I was born just didn’t even exist, and the night they announced, 'A dude is coming'."
Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night {in which} it was said, There is a man child conceived.
"That day should be all dark; like, God, don’t even peep it, and let no light shine on it."
Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
"Make it shadowed with darkness and death vibes; let a cloud hang around it; let the darkness just freak it out."
Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it. {stain: or, challenge} {let the...: or, let them terrify it, as those who have a bitter day}
"For that night, let darkness take over; don’t let it vibe with the year or the months, no cap."
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. {let it not be...: or, let it not rejoice among the days}
"Yo, let that night be all lonely, with no good vibes rolling in."
Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.
"Let the haters who curse the day do what they do, starting their sad vibes."
Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning. {their...: or, leviathan}
"Let the stars be all dark; let it search for light but find nothing, and don’t let it catch the dawn."
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: {the dawning...: Heb. the eyelids of the morning}
"Cuz it didn’t close off my mom’s womb or hide the tears from my eyes."
Because it shut not up the doors of my {mother's} womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
Why didn’t I just dip from the womb? Like, why didn’t I just ghost when I came out?
Why died I not from the womb? {why} did I {not} give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
Why did my knees keep me down? Or why were there breasts I could’ve gone for?
Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
For real, I could’ve just kicked back and been quiet, caught some Z’s and been chill.
For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
With kings and their crew who built their own empty vibes.
With kings and counsellors of the earth, which built desolate places for themselves;
Or with rich folks flexing gold, filling their spots with silver bling.
Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
Or like a hidden miscarriage, I wouldn’t even exist; like babies who never saw the light of day.
Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants {which} never saw light.
There the wicked stop being sus; and there the weary finally catch some rest.
There the wicked cease {from} troubling; and there the weary be at rest. {weary: Heb. wearied in strength}
There the prisoners vibe together; they don’t hear the oppressor’s noise.
{There} the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
The small and the big chill there; and the servant is free from the boss man.
The small and great are there; and the servant {is} free from his master.
So why is light even given to someone hurting, and life to the bitter in soul?
Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter {in} soul;
They’re out here wishing for death, but it’s ghosting them; hunting for it like it’s a treasure, no cap.
Which long for death, but it {cometh} not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures; {long: Heb. wait}
They’re vibing hard when they finally find the grave, like, “This is lit!”
Which rejoice exceedingly, {and} are glad, when they can find the grave?
Why’s light even a thing for someone whose path is sus, and God’s got them all boxed in?
{Why is light given} to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
My sighs hit differently before I even eat, and my roars are pouring out like a waterfall, fr.
For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters. {I eat: Heb. my meat}
The thing I was lowkey scared of just showed up on me, and now it’s here, periodt.
For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me. {the thing...: Heb. I feared a fear, and it came upon me}
I was not safe, couldn’t chill, and was totally not quiet; yet, trouble rolled up.
I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.