1 Afterward Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.
And the night which said, A boy is conceived.’
Let not God above care for it,
Nor light shine on it.
Let a cloud settle on 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 shout enter it.
Who are prepared to rouse Leviathan.
Let it wait for light but have none,
And let it not see the breaking dawn;
Or hide trouble from my eyes.
Come forth from the womb and expire?
And why the breasts, that I should suck?
I would have slept then, I would have been at rest,
Who rebuilt ruins for themselves;
Who were filling their houses with silver.
As infants that never saw light.
And there the weary are at rest.
They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.
And the slave is free from his master.
And life to the bitter of soul,
And dig for it more than for hidden treasures,
And exult when they find the grave?
And whom God has hedged in?
And my cries pour out like water.
And what I dread befalls me.
And I am not at rest, but turmoil comes.”
Job, 3 chapter. New American Standard Bible.