1Afterward Job opened his mouth, and cursed his day.
2And Job cried out, and said,
3Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night when 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,
5But let darkness and the shadow of death stain it: let the cloud remain upon it, and let them make it fearful as a bitter day.
6Let darkness possess that night, let it not be joined unto the days of the year, nor let it come into the count of the months.
7Yea, desolate be that night, and let no joy be in it.
8Let them that curse the day, (being ready to renew their mourning) curse it.
9Let the stars of that twilight be dim through darkness of it: 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 in the birth? or why died I not, when I came out of the womb?
12Why did the knees prevent me? and why did I suck the breasts?
13For so should I now have lain and been quiet, I should have slept then, and been at rest,
14With the kings and counselors of the earth, which have built themselves desolate places:
15Or with the princes that had gold, and have filled their houses with silver.
16Or why was I not hid, as an untimely birth, either as infants, which have not seen the light?
17The wicked have there ceased from their tyranny, and there they that labored valiantly, are at rest.
18The prisoners rest together, and hear not the voice of the oppressor.
19There are small and great, and the servant is free from his master.
20Wherefore is the light given to him that is in misery? and life unto them that have heavy hearts?
21Which long for death, and if it come not, they would even search it more than treasures:
22Which joy for gladness, and rejoice, when they can find the grave.
23Why is the light given to the 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 water.
25For the thing I feared, is come upon me, and the thing that I was afraid of, is come unto me.
26I had no peace, neither had I quietness, neither had I rest, yet trouble is come.