1After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed the day of his birth.
3“Let the day perish in which I was born, the night that said, ‘There is a boy conceived.’
4Let that day be darkness. Do not let God from above seek for it, nor let the light shine on it.
5Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. Let a cloud dwell on it. Let all that makes black the day terrify it.
6As for that night, let thick darkness seize on it. Let it not rejoice among the days of the year. Let it not come into the number of the months.
7Behold, let that night be barren. Let no joyful shout be heard in it.
8Let those who curse the day curse it, those who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
9Let the stars of its twilight be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, nor let it see the eyelids of the morning,
10because it did not shut up the doors of my mother’s womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
11“Why did I not die from the womb? Why did I not expire when my mother bore me?
12Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should nurse?
13For now I would have been lying down and been at peace. I would be asleep, then I would have been at rest
14with kings and counselors of the earth who rebuilt ruins for themselves,
15or with leaders who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.
16Or why was I not buried like a stillborn baby—I would not have been. Why was I not like infants who never saw light?
17There the wicked cease from turmoil. There the weary are at rest.
18There the prisoners are at ease together. They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.
19The small and the great are there. The slave is free from his master.
20“Why is light given to him who is in misery, life to those who are bitter in soul
21who long for death, but it does not come; and who dig for ita more than for hidden treasures,
22who rejoice exceedingly and are glad when they can find the grave?
23Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?
24For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
25For a dread I dreaded has come on me, What I am afraid of comes to me.
26I am not at ease, nor am I quiet, nor have I rest; and turmoil comes.”