1 After this time Job opened his mouth, and cursed his day.
2 And Job commenced, and said,
3 Oh that the day whereon I was born might perish, and the night when it was said, There hath been a male child conceived.
4 May that day be covered with darkness; may not God from above inquire for it, and may no light beam upon it.
5 Oh that darkness and the shadow of death might defile it; may a cloud rest upon it; may the blackness of the day terrify it.
6 Yon nightlet darkness seize upon it; let it not be united to the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the periods lighted by the moon.
7 Lo, may that night be solitary, let no song of joy occur thereon.
8 Let those denounce it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning cry.
9 Let the stars of its twilight be darkened; let it hope for light, and there be none; and let it not behold the eyelids of the morningdawn;
10 Because God closed not against me the doors of the womb, and thus concealed trouble from my eyes.
11 Why did I not die the moment I issued from the womb, and why was I not born merely to perish at once?
12 Wherefore were knees ready to receive me? and for what purpose were breasts there that I might suck?
13 For now should I be lying still and be quiet; I should sleep: then would I be at rest,