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.
1After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed his day2and this is what he said3May the day perish on which I was born, and the night, in which it was said, "A man has been conceived.4May that day be turned into darkness, may God not seek it from above, and may light not illuminate it5Let darkness and the shadow of death obscure it, let a fog overtake it, and let it be enveloped in bitterness6Let a whirlwind of darkness take hold of that night, let it not be counted in the days of the year, nor numbered in the months7May that night be alone and unworthy of praise8May they curse it, who curse the day, who are prepared to awaken a leviathan9Let the stars be concealed with its darkness. Let it expect light, and not see it, nor the rising of the dawn in the East10For it did not close the doors of the womb that bore me, nor take away evils from my eyes11Why did I not die in the womb? Having left the womb, why did I not immediately perish12Why was I received upon the knees? Why was I suckled at the breasts13For by now, I should have been sleeping silently, and taking rest in my slee14with the kings and consuls of the earth, who build themselves solitudes15either with princes, who possess gold and fill their houses with silver16or, like a hidden miscarriage, I should not have continued, just like those who, being conceived, have not seen the light17There the impious cease from rebellion, and there the wearied in strength take rest18And at such times, having been bound together without difficulty, they have not heard the voice of the bailiff19The small and great are there, and the servant is free from his master20Why is light given to the miserable, and life to those who are in bitterness of soul21who expect death, and it does not arrive, like those who dig for treasur22and who rejoice greatly when they have found the grave23to a man whose way is hidden and whom God has surrounded with darkness24Before I eat, I sigh; and like overflowing waters, so is my howl25for the terror that I feared has happened to me, and so has the dread befallen me26Have I not remained hidden? Have I not kept silence? Have I not remained calm? Yet indignation has overcome me
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