At length, Iyov broke the silence and cursed the day of his [birth].
"Perish the day I was born and the night that said, 'A man is conceived.'
May that day be darkness, may God on high not seek it, may no light shine on it,
may gloom dark as death defile it, may clouds settle on it, may it be terrified by its own blackness.
"As for that night, may thick darkness seize it, may it not be joined to the days of the year, may it not be numbered among the months;