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Job Curses the Day of His Birth

Afterward Job opened his mouth and cursed [a]the day of his birth. And Job answered and said,

(A)Let the day perish on which I was to be born,
And the night which said, ‘A man is conceived.’
May that day be darkness;
Let not God seek it from above,
Nor light shine on it.
Let (B)darkness and shadow of death redeem it;
Let a cloud dwell upon it;
Let the blackness of the day terrify it.
As for that night, let thick darkness take it;
Let it not rejoice among the days of the year;
Let it not come into the number of the months.
Behold, let that night be barren;
Let no joyful shout enter it.
Let those curse it who curse the day,
Who are [b]ready to (C)rouse Leviathan.
Let the stars of its twilight be darkened;
Let it hope for light but have none,
And let it not see the [c]breaking dawn,
10 Because it did not shut the opening of my mother’s [d]body,
Or hide trouble from my eyes.

11 (D)Why did I not die from the womb,
Come forth from the womb and breathe my last?
12 Why did the knees receive me,
And why the breasts, that I should suck?
13 For now I (E)would have lain down and been quiet;
I would have slept then; it would have been rest to me,
14 With (F)kings and with (G)counselors of the earth,
Who rebuilt (H)waste places for themselves,
15 Or with (I)princes (J)who had gold,
Who were filling their houses with silver.
16 Or why was I not like a miscarriage hidden away,
As infants that never saw light?
17 There the wicked cease from raging,
And there the weary of strength are at (K)rest.
18 The prisoners are at ease together;
They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.
19 The small and the great are there,
And the slave is free from his master.

20 “Why is (L)light given to him who is troubled,
And life to the bitter of soul,
21 Who [e](M)long for death, but there is none,
And dig for it more than for (N)hidden treasures,
22 Who are glad with joy,
And rejoice when they find the grave?
23 Why is light given to a man (O)whose way is hidden,
And whom (P)God has hedged in?
24 For (Q)my groaning comes at the sight of my food,
And (R)my roaring pours out like water.
25 For (S)the dread that I dread comes upon me,
And what I am afraid of befalls me.
26 I (T)am not complacent, nor am I quiet,
And I am not at rest, and raging comes.”

Footnotes

  1. Job 3:1 Lit his day
  2. Job 3:8 Or skillful
  3. Job 3:9 Lit eyelids of
  4. Job 3:10 Lit stomach
  5. Job 3:21 Lit wait

Job Curses His Birth

After seven days Job cried out and cursed the day he had been born, saying:

“Let the day I was born be destroyed,
    and the night it was said, ‘A boy is born!’
Let that day turn to darkness.
    Don’t let God care about it.
    Don’t let light shine on it.
Let darkness and gloom have that day.
    Let a cloud hide it.
    Let thick darkness cover its light.
Let thick darkness capture that night.
    Don’t count it among the days of the year
    or put it in any of the months.
Let that night be empty,
    with no shout of joy to be heard.
Let those who curse days curse that day.
    Let them prepare to wake up the sea monster Leviathan.
Let that day’s morning stars never appear;
    let it wait for daylight that never comes.
    Don’t let it see the first light of dawn,
10 because it allowed me to be born
    and did not hide trouble from my eyes.

11 “Why didn’t I die as soon as I was born?
    Why didn’t I die when I came out of the womb?
12 Why did my mother’s knees receive me,
    and my mother’s breasts feed me?
13 If they had not been there,
    I would be lying dead in peace;
    I would be asleep and at rest
14 with kings and wise men of the earth
    who built places for themselves that are now ruined.
15 I would be asleep with rulers
    who filled their houses with gold and silver.
16 Why was I not buried like a child born dead,
    like a baby who never saw the light of day?
17 In the grave the wicked stop making trouble,
    and the weary workers are at rest.
18 In the grave there is rest for the captives
    who no longer hear the shout of the slave driver.
19 People great and small are in the grave,
    and the slave is freed from his master.

20 “Why is light given to those in misery?
    Why is life given to those who are so unhappy?
21 They want to die, but death does not come.
    They search for death more than for hidden treasure.
22 They are very happy
    when they get to the grave.
23 They cannot see where they are going.
    God has hidden the road ahead.
24 I make sad sounds as I eat;
    my groans pour out like water.
25 Everything I feared and dreaded
    has happened to me.
26 I have no peace or quietness.
    I have no rest, only trouble.”