Job Laments His Birth

1After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth. 2And this is what he said:

3“May the day of my birth perish,

and the night it was said,

‘A boy is conceived.’

4If only that day had turned to darkness!

May God above disregard it;

may no light shine upon it.

5May darkness and gloom reclaim it,

and a cloud settle over it;

may the blackness of the day overwhelm it.

6If only darkness had taken that night away!

May it not appear among the days of the year;

may it never be entered in any of the months.

7Behold, may that night be barren;

may no joyful voice come into it.

8May it be cursed by those who curse the daya —

those prepared to rouse Leviathan.

9May its morning stars grow dark;

may it wait in vain for daylight;

may it not see the breaking of dawn.

10For that night did not shut the doors of the womb

to hide the sorrow from my eyes.

11Why did I not perish at birth;

why did I not die as I came from the womb?

12Why were there knees to receive me,

and breasts that I should be nursed?

13For now I would be lying down in peace;

I would be asleep and at rest

14with kings and counselors of the earth,

who built for themselves cities now in ruins,

15or with princes who had gold,

who filled their houses with silver.

16Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn child,

like an infant who never sees daylight?

17There the wicked cease from raging,

and there the weary find rest.

18The captives enjoy their ease;

they do not hear the voice of the oppressor.

19Both small and great are there,

and the slave is freed from his master.

20Why is light given to the miserable,

and life to the bitter of soul,

21who long for death that does not come,

and search for it like hidden treasure,

22who rejoice and greatly exult

when they reach the grave?

23Why is life given to a man whose way is hidden,

whom God has hedged in?

24I sigh when food is put before me,

and my groans pour out like water.

25For the thing I feared has overtaken me,

and what I dreaded has befallen me.

26I am not at ease or quiet;

I have no rest, for trouble has come.”