After this Job 1opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.
2"Let the day perish on which I was born, and the night that said, 'A man is conceived.'
Let that day be darkness! May God above not seek it, nor light shine upon it.
Let gloom and 3deep darkness claim it. Let clouds dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
That night--let thick darkness seize it! Let it not rejoice among the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the months.
Behold, let that night be barren; let no joyful cry enter it.
Let those curse it who curse the day, who are ready to rouse up 4Leviathan.
Let the stars of its dawn be dark; let it hope for light, but have none, nor see 5the eyelids of the morning,
because it did not shut the doors of my mother's womb, nor hide trouble from my eyes.
"Why 6did I not die at birth, come out from the womb and expire?
Why did 7the knees receive me? Or why the breasts, that I should nurse?
For then I would have lain down and been quiet; I would have slept; then I would have been at rest,
with kings and counselors of the earth who 8rebuilt ruins for themselves,
or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.
Or why was I not as a hidden 9stillborn child, as infants who never see the light?
There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary are at 10rest.
There the prisoners are at ease together; they hear not the voice of 11the taskmaster.
The small and the great are there, and the slave is free from his master.
"Why is light given to him who is in misery, and life to 12the bitter in soul,
who 13long for death, but it comes not, and dig for it more than for 14hidden treasures,
who rejoice exceedingly and are glad when they find the grave?
Why is light given to a man whose 15way is hidden, whom God has 16hedged in?
For my sighing comes 17instead of my bread, and my 18groanings are poured out like water.
19For the thing that I fear comes upon me, and what I dread befalls me.
I am not at ease, nor am I quiet; I have no rest, but trouble comes."