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3:1  Finally, Job opened his lips and cursed the day of his birth.
3:2  Job spoke up and said:
3:3  May the day of my birth perish, and the night when it was said, “A child has been conceived!”
3:4  As for that day, let it be darkness! May God above have no concern for it. May light not shine on it.
3:5  May darkness and the shadow of death reclaim it. May a dark cloud settle over it. May whatever blackens the day terrify it.
3:6  As for that night, may deep darkness take it away! May it not be included among the days of the year or show up in the list of months.
3:7  Oh let that night be barren! May no joyful shout be heard in it.
3:8  May those who curse days cast a spell on it, those who are able to awaken Leviathan.
3:9  May its twilight stars be darkened. May it wait hopefully for light but receive none. May it never see the eyelids of dawn,
3:10  because it did not shut the doors of my mother’s womb, and it did not hide trouble from my eyes.
3:11  Why did I not die at birth or pass away as I came from the womb?
3:12  Why did my mother’s knees receive me? Why were her breasts there to nurse me?
3:13  For then I would be lying down peacefully. I would be sleeping and resting quietly
3:14  with the kings and counselors of the earth, with those who rebuilt ruined cities for themselves,
3:15  with high officials who accumulated gold, with those who filled their houses with silver.
3:16  Why was I not hidden like a stillborn child, like the infants who never see the light of day?
3:17  There the wicked cease from turmoil. There the weary are at rest.
3:18  There the prisoners are at ease together. They no longer hear the voice of the slave driver.
3:19  There the small and great are alike, and the slave is free from his master.
3:20  Why is light given to those weighed down with grief? Why is life given to those whose spirit is bitter,
3:21  to those who yearn for death but it does not come, though they dig for it more than for buried treasure,
3:22  to those who will be thrilled with happiness, those who will celebrate when they reach the grave?
3:23  Why is light given to a man whose path is hidden, to one whom God has hedged in?
3:24  Now my sighing takes the place of my daily bread. My groans gush forth like water,
3:25  because what I feared has overwhelmed me, and that which I dreaded has come upon me.
3:26  I have no ease, no quiet, no rest. Instead, turmoil has come.