1 After this Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.
and the night that said,
‘A man is conceived.’
May God above not seek it,
nor light shine upon it.
Let clouds dwell upon it;
let the blackness of the day terrify it.
Let it not rejoice among the days of the year;
let it not come into the number of the months.
let no joyful cry enter it.
who are ready to rouse up Leviathan.
let it hope for light, but have none,
nor see the eyelids of the morning,
nor hide trouble from my eyes.
come out from the womb and expire?
Or why the breasts, that I should nurse?
I would have slept; then I would have been at rest,
who rebuilt ruins for themselves,
who filled their houses with silver.
as infants who never see the light?
and there the weary are at rest.
they hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
and the slave is free from his master.
and life to the bitter in soul,
and dig for it more than for hidden treasures,
and are glad when they find the grave?
whom God has hedged in?
and my groanings are poured out like water.
and what I dread befalls me.
I have no rest, but trouble comes.”