After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.12
"May the day of my birth perish, and the night it was said, 'A boy is born!'24
That day--may it turn to darkness; may God above not care about it; may no light shine upon it.
May darkness and deep shadowa3 claim it once more; may a cloud settle over it; may blackness overwhelm its light.
That night--may thick darkness4 seize it; may it not be included among the days of the year nor be entered in any of the months.
May that night be barren; may no shout of joy5 be heard in it.
May those who curse daysb curse that day,6 those who are ready to rouse Leviathan.79
May its morning stars become dark; may it wait for daylight in vain and not see the first rays of dawn,810
for it did not shut the doors of the womb on me to hide trouble from my eyes.
"Why did I not perish at birth, and die as I came from the womb?912
Why were there knees to receive me10 and breasts that I might be nursed?
For now I would be lying down11 in peace; I would be asleep and at rest1214
with kings and counselors of the earth,13 who built for themselves places now lying in ruins,1415
with rulers15 who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.1616
Or why was I not hidden in the ground like a stillborn child,17 like an infant who never saw the light of day?1817
There the wicked cease from turmoil,19 and there the weary are at rest.2018
Captives21 also enjoy their ease; they no longer hear the slave driver's22 shout.2319
The small and the great are there,24 and the slave is freed from his master.