Job 3:1-10

After seven days Job cried out and cursed the day he had been born, saying: “Let the day I was born be destroyed, and the night it was said, ‘A boy is born!’ Let that day turn to darkness. Don’t let God care about it. Don’t let light shine on it. Let darkness and gloom have that day. Let a cloud hide it. Let thick darkness cover its light. Let thick darkness capture that night. Don’t count it among the days of the year or put it in any of the months. Let that night be empty, with no shout of joy to be heard. Let those who curse days curse that day. Let them prepare to wake up the sea monster Leviathan. Let that day’s morning stars never appear; let it wait for daylight that never comes. Don’t let it see the first light of dawn, because it allowed me to be born and did not hide trouble from my eyes.