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After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day. And Job answered and said:Let the day perish wherein I was born,And the night which said, There is a man-child conceived.Let that day be darkness;Let not God from above seek for it,Neither let the light shine upon it.Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own;Let a cloud dwell upon it;Let all that maketh black the day terrify it.As for that night, let thick darkness seize upon it:Let it not rejoice among the days of the year;Let it not come into the number of the months.Lo, let that night be barren;Let no joyful voice come therein.Let them curse it that curse the day,Who are ready to rouse up leviathan.Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark:Let it look for light, but have none;Neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning:Because it shut not up the doors of my mother’s womb,Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.Why died I not from the womb?Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?Why did the knees receive me?Or why the breasts, that I should suck?For now should I have lain down and been quiet;I should have slept; then had I been at rest,With kings and counsellors of the earth,Who built up waste places for themselves;Or with princes that had gold,Who filled their houses with silver:Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been,As infants that never saw light.There the wicked cease from troubling;And there the weary are at rest.There the prisoners are at ease together;They hear not the voice of the taskmaster.The small and the great are there:And the servant is free from his master.Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery,And life unto the bitter in soul;Who long for death, but it cometh not,And dig for it more than for hid treasures;Who rejoice exceedingly,And are glad, when they can find the grave?Why is light given to a man whose way is hid,And whom God hath hedged in?For my sighing cometh before I eat,And my groanings are poured out like water.For the thing which I fear cometh upon me,And that which I am afraid of cometh unto me.I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest;But trouble cometh.