Job 3

After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.

And Job answered and said:

Let the day perish wherein I was born,

Let that day be darkness;

Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own;

As for that night, let thick darkness seize upon it:

Lo, let that night be barren;

Let them curse it that curse the day,

Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark:

Because it shut not up the doors of my mother’s womb,

Why died I not from the womb?

Why did the knees receive me?

For now should I have lain down and been quiet;

With kings and counsellors of the earth,

Or with princes that had gold,

Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been,

There the wicked cease from troubling;

There the prisoners are at ease together;

The small and the great are there:

Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery,

Who long for death, but it cometh not,

Who rejoice exceedingly,

Why is light given to a man whose way is hid,

For my sighing cometh before I eat,

For the thing which I fear cometh upon me,

I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest;