Job 3

1 After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day. 2 And Job spoke, and said: 3 Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night wherein it was said: 'A man-child is brought forth.' 4 Let that day be darkness; let not G-d inquire after it from above, neither let the light shine upon it. 5 Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own; let a cloud dwell upon it; let all that maketh black the day terrify it. 6 As for that night, let thick darkness seize upon it; let it not rejoice among the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the months. 7 Lo, let that night be desolate; let no joyful voice come therein. 8 Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to rouse up leviathan. 9 Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning; 10 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid trouble from mine eyes. 11 Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not perish at birth? 12 Why did the knees receive me? And wherefore the breasts, that I should suck? 13 For now should I have lain still and been quiet; I should have slept; then had I been at rest-- 14 With kings and counsellors of the earth, who built up waste places for themselves; 15 Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver; 16 Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants that never saw light. 17 There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary are at rest. 18 There the prisoners are at ease together; they hear not the voice of the taskmaster. 19 The small and great are there alike; and the servant is free from his master. 20 Wherewith is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul-- 21 Who long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures; 22 Who rejoice unto exultation, and are glad, when they can find the grave?-- 23 To a man whose way is hid, and whom G-d hath hedged in? 24 For my sighing cometh instead of my food, and my roarings are poured out like water. 25 For the thing which I did fear is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of hath overtaken me. 26 I was not at ease, neither was I quiet, neither had I rest; but trouble came.