Job 3

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

²And he said:

³Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said: A man child is conceived.

⁴Let that day be turned into darkness, let not God regard it from above, and let not the light shine upon it.

⁵Let darkness, and the shadow of death cover it, let a mist overspread it, and let it be wrapped up in bitterness.

⁶Let a darksome whirlwind seize upon that night, let it not be counted in the days of the year, nor numbered in the months.

⁷Let that night be solitary, and not worthy of praise.

⁸Let them curse it who curse the day. who are ready to raise up a leviathan:

⁹Let the stars be darkened with the mist thereof: let it expect light and not see it, nor the rising of the dawning of the day:

¹⁰Because it shut not up the doors of the womb that bore me, nor took away evils from my eyes.

¹¹Why did I not die in the womb, why did I not perish when I came out of the belly?

¹²Why received upon the knees? why suckled at the breasts?

¹³For now I should have been asleep and still, and should have rest in my sleep.

¹⁴With kings and consuls of the earth, who build themselves solitudes:

¹⁵Or with princes, that possess gold, and All their houses with silver:

¹⁶Or as a hidden untimely birth I should not be, or as they that being conceived have not seen the light.