Job 3:1-10

Living Bible

3 At last Job spoke and cursed the day of his birth.

^2-3 “Let the day of my birth be cursed,” he said, “and the night when I was conceived. ⁴ Let that day be forever forgotten.^[a] Let it be lost even to God, shrouded in eternal darkness. ⁵ Yes, let the darkness claim it for its own, and may a black cloud overshadow it. ⁶ May it be blotted off the calendar, never again to be counted among the days of the month of that year. ⁷ Let that night be bleak and joyless. ⁸ Let those who are experts at cursing curse it.^{[b] 9} Let the stars of the night disappear. Let it long for light but never see it, never see the morning light. ¹⁰ Curse it for its failure to shut my mother’s womb, for letting me be born to come to all this trouble.