Job 3
1After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
And the night which said, There is a man-child conceived.
Let not God from above seek for it,
Neither let the light shine upon it.
Let a cloud dwell upon it;
Let all that maketh black the day terrify it.
Let it not rejoice among the days of the year;
Let it not come into the number of the months.
Let no joyful voice come therein.
Who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
Let it look for light, but have none;
Neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning:
Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.
Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?
Or why the breasts, that I should suck?
I should have slept; then had I been at rest,
Who built up waste places for themselves;
Who filled their houses with silver:
As infants that never saw light.
And there the weary are at rest.
They hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
And the servant is free from his master.
And life unto the bitter in soul;
And dig for it more than for hid treasures;
And are glad, when they can find the grave?
And whom God hath hedged in?
And my groanings are poured out like water.
And that which I am afraid of cometh unto me.
But trouble cometh.