Job 3

¹After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed his day.

²And Job answered and said,

³Let the day perish in which I was born, and the night that said, There is a man child conceived.

⁴That day — let it be darkness, let not God care for it from above, neither let light shine upon it:

⁵Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it; let clouds dwell upon it; let darkeners of the day terrify it.

⁶That night — let gloom seize upon 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 sound come therein;

⁸Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to rouse Leviathan;

⁹Let the stars of its twilight be dark; let it wait for light, and have none, neither let it see the eyelids of the dawn:

¹⁰Because it shut not up the doors of the womb that bore me, and hid not trouble from mine eyes.

¹¹Wherefore did I not die from the womb, — come forth from the belly and expire?

¹²Why did the knees meet me? and wherefore the breasts, that I should suck?

¹³For now should I have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept: then had I been at rest,

¹⁴With kings and counsellors of the earth, who build desolate places for themselves,

¹⁵Or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver;

¹⁶Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants that have not seen the light.