Job 3
Job curses the day he was born, wishing it had been consumed by darkness and never existed. He laments that he was not stillborn or died immediately after birth, and instead was given life to suffer. Job questions why the miserable and those in bitterness are given life, and why he has not been able to find rest or escape his suffering. He expresses his overwhelming despair and frustration, feeling that God has surrounded him with darkness.
After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed his dayand this is what he saidMay the day perish on which I was born, and the night, in which it was said, "A man has been conceived.May that day be turned into darkness, may God not seek it from above, and may light not illuminate itLet darkness and the shadow of death obscure it, let a fog overtake it, and let it be enveloped in bitternessLet a whirlwind of darkness take hold of that night, let it not be counted in the days of the year, nor numbered in the monthsMay that night be alone and unworthy of praiseMay they curse it, who curse the day, who are prepared to awaken a leviathanLet the stars be concealed with its darkness. Let it expect light, and not see it, nor the rising of the dawn in the EastFor it did not close the doors of the womb that bore me, nor take away evils from my eyesWhy did I not die in the womb? Having left the womb, why did I not immediately perishWhy was I received upon the knees? Why was I suckled at the breastsFor by now, I should have been sleeping silently, and taking rest in my sleewith the kings and consuls of the earth, who build themselves solitudeseither with princes, who possess gold and fill their houses with silveror, like a hidden miscarriage, I should not have continued, just like those who, being conceived, have not seen the lightThere the impious cease from rebellion, and there the wearied in strength take restAnd at such times, having been bound together without difficulty, they have not heard the voice of the bailiffThe small and great are there, and the servant is free from his masterWhy is light given to the miserable, and life to those who are in bitterness of soulwho expect death, and it does not arrive, like those who dig for treasurand who rejoice greatly when they have found the graveto a man whose way is hidden and whom God has surrounded with darknessBefore I eat, I sigh; and like overflowing waters, so is my howlfor the terror that I feared has happened to me, and so has the dread befallen meHave I not remained hidden? Have I not kept silence? Have I not remained calm? Yet indignation has overcome me
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