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3:1  Finally Job broke the silence and cursed the day on which he had been born.
3:2  O God, put a curse on the day I was born; put a curse on the night when I was conceived!
3:3  O God, put a curse on the day I was born; put a curse on the night when I was conceived!
3:4  Turn that day into darkness, God. Never again remember that day; never again let light shine on it.
3:5  Make it a day of gloom and thick darkness; cover it with clouds, and blot out the sun.
3:6  Blot that night out of the year, and never let it be counted again;
3:7  make it a barren, joyless night.
3:8  Tell the sorcerers to curse that day, those who know how to control Leviathan.
3:9  Keep the morning star from shining; give that night no hope of dawn.
3:10  Curse that night for letting me be born, for exposing me to trouble and grief.
3:11  I wish I had died in my mother's womb or died the moment I was born.
3:12  Why did my mother hold me on her knees? Why did she feed me at her breast?
3:13  If I had died then, I would be at rest now,
3:14  sleeping like the kings and rulers who rebuilt ancient palaces.
3:15  Then I would be sleeping like princes who filled their houses with gold and silver,
3:16  or sleeping like a stillborn child.
3:17  In the grave wicked people stop their evil, and tired workers find rest at last.
3:18  Even prisoners enjoy peace, free from shouts and harsh commands.
3:19  Everyone is there, the famous and the unknown, and slaves at last are free.
3:20  Why let people go on living in misery? Why give light to those in grief
3:21  They wait for death, but it never comes; they prefer a grave to any treasure.
3:22  They are not happy till they are dead and buried;
3:23  God keeps their future hidden and hems them in on every side.
3:24  Instead of eating, I mourn, and I can never stop groaning.
3:25  Everything I fear and dread comes true.
3:26  I have no peace, no rest, and my troubles never end.