Job 3:1-8

1 Then Job broke the silence. He spoke up and cursed his fate:
3 "Obliterate the day I was born. Blank out the night I was conceived!
4 Let it be a black hole in space. May God above forget it ever happened. Erase it from the books!
5 May the day of my birth be buried in deep darkness, shrouded by the fog, swallowed by the night.
6 And the night of my conception - the devil take it! Rip the date off the calendar, delete it from the almanac.
7 Oh, turn that night into pure nothingness - no sounds of pleasure from that night, ever!
8 May those who are good at cursing curse that day. Unleash the sea beast, Leviathan, on it.
Published by permission. Originally published by NavPress in English as THE MESSAGE: The Bible in Contemporary Language copyright 2002 by Eugene Peterson. All rights reserved.