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

2 And Job said:

3 "Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night which said, man-child is conceived.'

4 Let that day be darkness! May God above not seek it, nor light shine upon it.

5 Let gloom and deep darkness claim it. Let clouds dwell 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 Yea, let that night be barren; let no joyful cry be heard in it.

8 Let those curse it who curse the day, who are skilled to rouse up Levi'athan.

9 Let the stars of its dawn be dark; let it hope for light, but have none, nor see the eyelids of the morning;

10 because it did not shut the doors of my mother's womb, nor hide trouble from my eyes.

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

12 Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breasts, that I should suck?

13 For then I should have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept; then I should have been at rest,