1 After this Job opened his mouth and cursed his day.
2 And Job answered, and said:
3 Let the day perish in which I was born, and the night in which it was said, A male child has been conceived.
4 Let that day be darkness; let God above not inquire after it, nor the light shine upon it.
5 Let darkness and the shadow of death redeem it; let a cloud settle on it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
6 As for that night, let darkness take it away; 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 barren! Let no joyful shout come into it!
8 Let those curse it who curse the day, those who are ready to stir up Leviathan.
9 Let the stars of its twilight be dark; let it look for light, but have none, and not see the eyelids of the dawn;
10 because it did not shut up the doors of my mothers womb, nor hide trouble from my eyes.
11 Why did I not die from the womb? Why did I not expire when I came forth from the belly?
12 Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breasts, that I should suck?
13 For now I would have lain down and been quiet, I would have slept; then I would have been at rest