| [an error occurred while processing this directive] | New Living Translation |
| 1[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 1At last Job spoke, and he cursed the day of his birth. |
| 2[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 2He said: |
| 3[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 3“Let the day of my birth be erased, and the night I was conceived. |
| 4[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 4Let that day be turned to darkness. Let it be lost even to God on high, and let no light shine on it. |
| 5[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 5Let the darkness and utter gloom claim that day for its own. Let a black cloud overshadow it, and let the darkness terrify it. |
| 6[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 6Let that night be blotted off the calendar, never again to be counted among the days of the year, never again to appear among the months. |
| 7[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 7Let that night be childless. Let it have no joy. |
| 8[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 8Let those who are experts at cursing— whose cursing could rouse Leviathan — curse that day. |
| 9[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 9Let its morning stars remain dark. Let it hope for light, but in vain; may it never see the morning light. |
| 10[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 10Curse that day for failing to shut my mother’s womb, for letting me be born to see all this trouble. |
| 11[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 11“Why wasn’t I born dead? Why didn’t I die as I came from the womb? |
| 12[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 12Why was I laid on my mother’s lap? Why did she nurse me at her breasts? |
| 13[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 13Had I died at birth, I would now be at peace. I would be asleep and at rest. |
| 14[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 14I would rest with the world’s kings and prime ministers, whose great buildings now lie in ruins. |
| 15[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 15I would rest with princes, rich in gold, whose palaces were filled with silver. |
| 16[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 16Why wasn’t I buried like a stillborn child, like a baby who never lives to see the light? |
| 17[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 17For in death the wicked cause no trouble, and the weary are at rest. |
| 18[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 18Even captives are at ease in death, with no guards to curse them. |
| 19[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 19Rich and poor are both there, and the slave is free from his master. |
| 20[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 20“Oh, why give light to those in misery, and life to those who are bitter? |
| 21[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 21They long for death, and it won’t come. They search for death more eagerly than for hidden treasure. |
| 22[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 22They’re filled with joy when they finally die, and rejoice when they find the grave. |
| 23[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 23Why is life given to those with no future, those God has surrounded with difficulties? |
| 24[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 24I cannot eat for sighing; my groans pour out like water. |
| 25[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 25What I always feared has happened to me. What I dreaded has come true. |
| 26[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 26I have no peace, no quietness. I have no rest; only trouble comes.” |
| [an error occurred while processing this directive] | Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved. |
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