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After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day. |
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And Job spake, and said, |
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Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived. |
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Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it. |
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Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it. |
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As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months. |
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Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein. |
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Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning. |
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Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day: |
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Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes. |
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Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly? |
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Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck? |
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For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest, |
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With kings and counsellors of the earth, which built desolate places for themselves; |
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Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver: |
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Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light. |
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There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest. |
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There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor. |
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The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master. |
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Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul; |
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Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures; |
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Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave? |
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Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in? |
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For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters. |
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For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me. |
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I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came. |