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[1] Afterward Job opened his mouth, and cursed his day.
[2] And Job cried out, and said,
[3] Let the day perish, wherein I was born, and the night when it was said, There is a man child conceived.
[4] Let that day be darkness, let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it,
[5] But let darkness, and the shadow of death stain it: let the cloud remain upon it, and let them make it fearful as a bitter day.
[6] Let darkness possess that night, let it not be joined unto the days of the year, nor let it come into the count of the months.
[7] Yea, desolate be that night, and let no joy be in it.
[8] Let them that curse the day, (being ready to renew their mourning) curse it.
[9] Let the stars of that twilight be dim through darkness of it: let it look for light, but have none: neither let it see the dawning of the day,
[10] Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb: nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
[11] Why died I not in the birth? Or why died I not, when I came out of the womb?
[12] Why did the knees prevent me? And why did I suck the breasts?
[13] For so should I now have lain and been quiet, I should have slept then, and been at rest,
[14] With the kings and counselors of the earth, which have builded themselves desolate places:
[15] Or with the princes that had gold, and have filled their houses with silver.
[16] Or why was I not hid, as an untimely birth, either as infants, which have not seen the light?
[17] The wicked have there ceased from their tyranny, and there they that labored valiantly, are at rest.
[18] The prisoners rest together, and hear not the voice of the oppressor.
[19] There are small and great, and the servant is free from his master.
[20] Wherefore is the light given to him that is in misery? And life unto them that have heavy hearts?
[21] Which long for death, and if it come not, they would even search it more than treasures:
[22] Which joy for gladness, and rejoice, when they can find the grave.
[23] Why is the light given to the man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
[24] For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the water.
[25] For the thing I feared, is come upon me, and the thing that I was afraid of, is come unto me.
[26] I had no peace, neither had I quietness, neither had I rest, yet trouble is come.
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