Job 3

¹Afterward Iob opened his mouth, and cursed his day.

²And Iob cryed out, and sayd,

³Let the day perish, wherein I was borne, and the night when it was sayde, There is a man childe conceiued.

⁴Let that day bee darkenesse, let not God regarde it from aboue, neyther let the light shine vpon it,

⁵But let darkenesse, and the shadowe of death staine it: let the cloude remayne vpon it, and let them make it fearefull as a bitter day.

⁶Let darkenesse possesse that night, let it not be ioyned vnto the dayes of the yeere, nor let it come into the count of the moneths.

⁷Yea, desolate be that night, and let no ioy be in it.

⁸Let them that curse the day, (being readie to renue their mourning) curse it.

⁹Let the starres of that twilight be dimme through darkenesse of it: let it looke for light, but haue none: neither let it see the dawning of the day,

¹⁰Because it shut not vp the dores of my mothers wombe: nor hid sorowe from mine eyes.

¹¹Why died I not in the birth? or why dyed I not, when I came out of the wombe?

¹²Why did the knees preuent me? and why did I sucke the breasts?

¹³For so shoulde I now haue lyen and bene quiet, I should haue slept then, and bene at rest,

¹⁴With the Kings and counselers of the earth, which haue buylded themselues desolate places: