3:1 After this Job opened his mouth and cursed the day he was born. 3:2 Job spoke up and said:
3:3 “Let the day in which I was born perish, and the night that said, ‘A man has been conceived!’
3:4 That day — let it be darkness; let not God on high regard it, nor let light shine on it!
3:5 Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it; let a cloud settle on it; let whatever blackens the day terrify it!
3:6 That night — let darkness seize it; let it not be included among the days of the year; let it not enter among the number of the months!
3:7 Indeed, let that night be barren; let no shout of joy penetrate it!
3:8 Let those who curse the day curse it — those who are prepared to rouse Leviathan.
3:9 Let its morning stars be darkened; let it wait for daylight but find none, nor let it see the first rays of dawn,
3:10 because it did not shut the doors of my mother’s womb on me, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes!
3:11 “Why did I not die at birth, and why did I not expire when I came out of the womb?
3:12 Why did the knees welcome me, and why were there two breasts that I might nurse at them?
3:13 For now I would be lying down and would be quiet, I would be asleep and then at peace
3:14 with kings and counselors of the earth who built for themselves places now desolate,
3:15 or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.
3:16 Or why was I not buried like a stillborn infant, like infants who have never seen the light?
3:17 There the wicked cease from turmoil, and there the weary are at rest.