Чтение на сей день: Job 3:13-23

[piggymouse]

У меня в голове эти слова почему-то произносятся голосом Капитана нашего Бифхарта, читающего '81' Poop Hatch.

¹³ For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
¹⁴ With kings and counsellers of the earth, which built desolate places for themselves;
¹⁵ Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
¹⁶ Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
¹⁷ There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.
¹⁸ There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
¹⁹ The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.
²⁰ Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;
²¹ Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
²² Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
²³ Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?