Job 3

After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed the day of his birth.

Job answered:

the night which said, ‘There is a boy conceived.’

neither let the light shine on it.

Let all that makes black the day terrify it.

Let it not come into the number of the months.

Let no joyful voice come therein.

who are ready to rouse up leviathan.

neither let it see the eyelids of the morning,

nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.

Why didn’t I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?

Or why the breast, that I should nurse?

I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,

who built up waste places for themselves;

who filled their houses with silver:

as infants who never saw light.

There the weary are at rest.

They don’t hear the voice of the taskmaster.

The servant is free from his master.

life to the bitter in soul,

and dig for it more than for hidden treasures,

and are glad, when they can find the grave?

whom God has hedged in?

My groanings are poured out like water.

That which I am afraid of comes to me.

but trouble comes.”