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After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed the day of his birth. Job answered:

“Let the day perish in which I was born,
    the night which said, ‘There is a boy conceived.’
Let that day be darkness.
    Don’t let God from above seek for it,
    neither let the light shine on it.
Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own.
    Let a cloud dwell on it.
    Let all that makes the day black terrify it.
As for that night, let thick darkness seize on 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 voice come therein.
Let them curse it who curse the day,
    who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
Let the stars of its twilight be dark.
    Let it look for light, but have none,
    neither let it see the eyelids of the morning,
10 because it didn’t shut up the doors of my mother’s womb,
    nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.

11 “Why didn’t I die from the womb?
    Why didn’t I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
12 Why did the knees receive me?
    Or why the breast, that I should nurse?
13 For now I should have lain down and been quiet.
    I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,

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After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed his day (birthday).

And Job said,

Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night which announced, There is a man-child conceived.

Let that day be darkness! May not God above regard it, nor light shine upon it.

Let gloom and deep darkness claim it for their own; let a cloud dwell upon it; let all that blackens the day terrify it (the day that I was born).

As for that night, let thick darkness seize it; let it not rejoice among the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the months.

Yes, let that night be solitary and barren; let no joyful voice come into it.

Let those curse it who curse the day, who are skilled in rousing up Leviathan.

Let the stars of the early dawn of that day be dark; let [the morning] look in vain for the light, nor let it behold the day’s dawning,

10 Because it shut not the doors of my mother’s womb nor hid sorrow and trouble from my eyes.

11 Why was I not stillborn? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bore me?

12 Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breasts, that I should suck?

13 For then would I have lain down and been quiet; I would have slept; then would I have been at rest [in death]

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