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Job: Chapter 3

Job curses the day and services of his birth, 1-12. The ease of death, 13-19. He complains of life, because of his anguish, 20-26.

1 After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed his day. 2 And Job spoke, and said,

3 "Let the day perish in which I was born, and the night in which it was said, 'There is a male child conceived.'

4 Let that day be darkness. Do not let God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.

5 Let darkness and the shades of death stain it. Let a cloud dwell upon it. Let the blackness of the day terrify it.

6 As for that night, let darkness seize upon it. Do not let it be joined to the days of the year. Do not let it come into the number of the months.

7 Behold, let that night be solitary. Let no joyful voice come therein.

8 Let them curse it who curse the day, who are ready to rouse up Leviathan.

9 Let the stars of its twilight be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, neither let it see the dawning of the day,

10 Because it did not prevent my birth, nor hid sorrow from my eyes.

11 Why did I not die from the womb? Why did I not expire at the time of my birth?

12 Why did the knees receive me, or why the breasts so that I should be nursed?

13 For now I should have lain still and been quiet. I should have slept. Then I would have been at rest,

14 With kings and counselors of the earth, who built desolate places for themselves,

15 Or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.

16 Or why was I not as a hidden untimely birth, as infants which never saw light?

17 There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary are at rest.

18 There the prisoners rest together. They do not hear the voice of the oppressor.

19 The small and great are there, and the servant is free from his master.

20 Why is light given to him who is in misery, and life to the bitter in soul,

21 Who long for death, but it does not come, and dig for it more than for hidden treasures,

22 Who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?

23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God has hedged in?

24 For my sighing comes before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.

25 For the thing which I greatly feared has come upon me, and that which I dreaded has come to me.

26 I was not in safety, neither did I have rest, neither was I quiet, yet trouble came."