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

2 Job said:

3 “Let the day perish in which I was born, and the night that said, ‘A man-child is conceived.’

4 Let that day be darkness! May God above not seek it, or light shine on it.

5 Let gloom and deep darkness claim it. Let clouds settle upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.

6 That night—let thick darkness seize it! let it not rejoice among the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the months.

7 Yes, let that night be barren; let no joyful cry be heard in it.

8 Let those curse it who curse the Sea, those who are skilled to rouse up Leviathan.

9 Let the stars of its dawn be dark; let it hope for light, but have none; may it not see the eyelids of the morning—

10 because it did not shut the doors of my mother’s womb, and hide trouble from my eyes.

11 “Why did I not die at birth, come forth from the womb and expire?

12 Why were there knees to receive me, or breasts for me to suck?

13 Now I would be lying down and quiet; I would be asleep; then I would be at rest

Job 3:1-13, NRSV Catholic Edition. Copyright © 1989, 1993 by the National Council of the Churches of Christ.
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