1 After this Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.
And the night in which it was said,
‘A male child is conceived.’
May God above not seek it,
Nor the light shine upon it.
May a cloud settle on it;
May the blackness of the day terrify it.
May it not [b]rejoice among the days of the year,
May it not come into the number of the months.
May no joyful shout come into it!
Those who are ready to arouse Leviathan.
May it look for light, but have none,
And not see the [c]dawning of the day;
Nor hide sorrow from my eyes.
Why did I not [d]perish when I came from the womb?
Or why the breasts, that I should nurse?
I would have been asleep;
Then I would have been at rest
Who built ruins for themselves,
Who filled their houses with silver;
Like infants who never saw light?
And there the [e]weary are at rest.
They do not hear the voice of the oppressor.
And the servant is free from his master.
And life to the bitter of soul,
And search for it more than hidden treasures;
And are glad when they can find the grave?
And whom God has hedged in?
And my groanings pour out like water.
And what I dreaded has happened to me.
I have no rest, for trouble comes.”