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Job

Job's Lament: Cursing the Day of His Birth

Job 3:1-26
1After this Job opened his mouth and cursed his day. 2Job answered and said, 3Let the day perish on which I was born, and the night that said, A great man has been conceived. 4Let that day be darkness; let God not seek it from above, and let no light shine upon it. 5Let darkness and shadow redeem it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the darknesses of day terrify it. 6Let that night be taken by darkness; let it not rejoice among the days of the year; let it not enter the number of the months. 7Behold, let that night be solitary; let no triumphing come into it. 8Let those who curse the day pierce it, those ready to rouse Leviathan. 9Let the stars of its twilight grow dark; let it wait for light and find nothing, and let it not see with the eyelids of dawn. 10For it did not shut the doors of my womb and hide trouble from my eyes. 11Why did I not die from the womb, come out from the belly, and perish? 12Why did knees meet me, and what of breasts, that I should nurse? 13For now I would lie down and be quiet; I would sleep; then rest would come to me. 14With kings and advisers of the land who build desolations for themselves, 15or with rulers who possess gold, who fill their houses with silver, 16or like a hidden miscarriage I would not exist, like infants who never saw light. 17There the wicked have ceased from turmoil, and there the weary of strength find rest. 18Prisoners together are at rest; they do not hear the voice of the oppressor. 19Small and great are there, and the servant is free from his lords. 20Why is light given to the laborer and life to those bitter in soul, 21who wait for death that does not come and dig for it more than for hidden treasures, 22who rejoice with gladness and exult when they find the grave, 23to the great man whose way is hidden and whom God has hedged about. 24For my sighing comes before my food, and my roarings pour out like water. 25For the dread I dreaded has come upon me, and what I feared has come to me. 26I have not prospered, nor have I been quiet, nor have I rested, and turmoil has come.
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