1 Finally Job broke the silence and cursed the day on which he had been born.
2-3 O God, put a curse on the day I was born;put a curse on the night when I was conceived!
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.