1After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.2And Job spake, and said,3Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.4Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.5Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.6As 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.7Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.8Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.9Let 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:10Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.11Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?12Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?13For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,14With kings and counsellors of the earth, which built desolate places for themselves;15Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:16Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.17There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.18There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.19The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.20Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;21Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;22Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?23Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?24For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.25For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.26I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.
8Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!9Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!10Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.11What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
1Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?2As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:3So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.15So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.16I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
13O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!