Job

¹ Afterward Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.

² And Job answered and said,

³ And the night which said, ‘A man is conceived.’

⁴ Let not God seek it from above, Nor light shine on it.

⁵ Let a cloud dwell upon it; Let the blackness of the day terrify it.

⁶ Let it not rejoice among the days of the year; Let it not come into the number of the months.

⁷ Let no joyful shout enter it.

⁸ Who are ready to rouse Leviathan.

⁹ Let it hope for light but have none, And let it not see the breaking dawn,

¹⁰ Or hide trouble from my eyes.

¹¹ Come forth from the womb and breathe my last?

¹² And why the breasts, that I should suck?

¹³ I would have slept then; it would have been rest to me,

¹⁴ Who rebuilt waste places for themselves,

¹⁵ Who were filling their houses with silver.

¹⁶ As infants that never saw light?

¹⁷ And there the weary of strength are at rest.

¹⁸ They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.

¹⁹ And the slave is free from his master.

²⁰ And life to the bitter of soul,

²¹ And dig for it more than for hidden treasures,

²² And rejoice when they find the grave?

²³ And whom God has hedged in?

²⁴ And my roaring pours out like water.

²⁵ And what I am afraid of befalls me.

²⁶ And I am not at rest, and raging comes.”