Job 3

 ¹After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.

 ²And Job spake, and said,

 ³Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.

 ⁴Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.

 ⁵Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.

 ⁶As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.

 ⁷Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.

 ⁸Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.

 ⁹Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:

 ¹⁰Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.

 ¹¹Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?

 ¹²Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?

 ¹³For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,

 ¹⁴With kings and counsellors of the earth, which build desolate places for themselves;

 ¹⁵Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:

 ¹⁶Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.

 ¹⁷There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.

 ¹⁸There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.

 ¹⁹The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.

 ²⁰Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;

 ²¹Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;

 ²²Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?

 ²³Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?

 ²⁴For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.

 ²⁵For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.

 ²⁶I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.