1 Finally, Job cursed the dayof his birth
2 by saying to God:
3 Blot out the day of my birthand the night when my parentscreated a son.
4 Forget about that day,cover it with darkness,
5 and send thick, gloomy shadowsto fill it with dread.
6 Erase that night from the calendarand conceal it with darkness.
7 Don't let children be createdor joyful shouts be heardever again in that night.