After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
2 And Job spake, and said,
3 Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.
4 Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
5 Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
6 As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
7 Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.
8 Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
9 Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
10 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
11 Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
12 Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
13 For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
14 With kings and counsellors of the earth, which build desolate places for themselves;
15 Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
16 Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
17 There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.
18 There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
19 The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.
20 Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;
21 Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
22 Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
25 For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.
26 I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.
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What can you say to one whose suffering is so intense? Eliphaz didn’t know. Neither did Bildad, nor Zophar. They just sat, stunned into silence.
Finally Job begins to talk. What is he saying?
I wish I had never been born.
I wish that night had been barren and no joyful shout had been heard in it!
I wish it had never seen the light of dawn!
Or why hadn’t I been still-born, or why didn’t I die as I came from the womb?
Why were there knees to receive me, and breasts to nourish me?
If only I could have died before growing up!
Then I would certainly be lying down now in peace, asleep, at rest in the same place as kings and counselors of the earth—or with princes who had gold, and filled their houses with silver.
Great and small are both there, where the wicked no longer make trouble.
There, the weary can rest and captives are at ease, and the slave is free from his master.
But why is light given to one burdened with grief, and life to those whose existence is bitter,
Who wait for death, glad when they reach the grave?
But I cannot relax or be still; I have no rest, only trouble.
[At last, fodder for reply, even argument?]
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