1. Finally Job broke the silence and cursed the day on which he had been born.
4. Turn that day into darkness, God.Never again remember that day;never again let light shine on it.
5. Make it a day of gloom and thick darkness;cover it with clouds, and blot out the sun.
6. Blot that night out of the year,and never let it be counted again;
7. make it a barren, joyless night.
8. Tell the sorcerers to curse that day,those who know how to control Leviathan.
9. Keep the morning star from shining;give that night no hope of dawn.
10. Curse that night for letting me be born,for exposing me to trouble and grief.
11. I wish I had died in my mother's wombor died the moment I was born.
12. Why did my mother hold me on her knees?Why did she feed me at her breast?
13. If I had died then, I would be at rest now,
14. sleeping like the kings and rulerswho rebuilt ancient palaces.
15. Then I would be sleeping like princeswho filled their houses with gold and silver,
16. or sleeping like a stillborn child.
17. In the grave wicked people stop their evil,and tired workers find rest at last.