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 God 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--