Job 3:1-13 ▼

1 After this, Job began to speak and cursed the day he was born.

2 He said:

3 May the day I was born perish, and the night when they said, “A boy is conceived.”

4 If only that day had turned to darkness! May God above not care about it, or light shine on it.

5 May darkness and gloom reclaim it, and a cloud settle over it. May an eclipse of the sun terrify it.

6 If only darkness had taken that night away! May it not appear among the days of the year or be listed in the calendar.

7 Yes, may that night be barren; may no joyful shout be heard in it.

8 Let those who curse certain days cast a spell on it, those who are skilled in rousing Leviathan.

9 May its morning stars grow dark. May it wait for daylight but have none; may it not see the breaking of dawn.

10 For that night did not shut the doors of my mother’s womb, and hide sorrow from my eyes.

11 Why was I not stillborn; why didn’t I die as I came from the womb?

12 Why did the knees receive me, and why were there breasts for me to nurse?

13 Now I would certainly be lying down in peace; I would be asleep. Then I would be at rest