1 After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed his day,
2 and this is what he said:
3 May the day perish on which I was born, and the night, in which it was said, "A man has been conceived."
4 May that day be turned into darkness, may God not seek it from above, and may light not illuminate it.
5 Let darkness and the shadow of death obscure it, let a fog overtake it, and let it be enveloped in bitterness.
6 Let a whirlwind of darkness take hold of that night, let it not be counted in the days of the year, nor numbered in the months.
7 May that night be alone and unworthy of praise.