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1 After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.  
2 And Job spake, and said,   
3 Let the day perish wherein I was born,  
And the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.   
4 Let that day be darkness;  
Let not God regard it from above,  
Neither let the light shine upon it.   
5 Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it;  
Let a cloud dwell upon it;  
Let the blackness of the day terrify it.   
   
 
6 As 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.   
7 Lo, let that night be solitary,  
Let no joyful voice come therein.   
8 Let them curse it that curse the day,  
Who are ready to raise up their mourning.   
9 Let 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:   
   
 
10 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother’s womb,  
Nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.   
11 Why died I not from the womb?  
Why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?   
12 Why did the knees prevent me?  
Or why the breasts that I should suck?   
   
 
13 For now should I have lien still and been quiet,  
I should have slept: then had I been at rest,   
14 With kings and counsellers of the earth,  
Which built desolate places for themselves;   
15 Or with princes that had gold,  
Who filled their houses with silver:   
16 Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been;  
As infants which never saw light.   
   
 
17 There the wicked cease from troubling;  
And there the weary be at rest.   
18 There the prisoners rest together;  
They hear not the voice of the oppressor.   
19 The small and great are there;  
And the servant is free from his master.   
   
 
20 Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery,  
And life unto the bitter in soul;   
21 Which long for death, but it cometh not;  
And dig for it more than for hid treasures;   
22 Which rejoice exceedingly,  
And are glad, when they can find the grave?   
23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid,  
And whom God hath hedged in?   
   
 
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat,  
And my roarings are poured out like the waters.   
25 For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me,  
And that which I was afraid of is come unto me.   
26 I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet;  
Yet trouble came.