1 After a while, Job opened his mouth to speak. He called down a curse on the day he had been born.
2 He said,
3 "May the day I was born be wiped out. May the night be wiped away when people said, 'A boy is born!'
4 May that day turn into darkness. May God in heaven not care about it. May no light shine on it.
5 May darkness and deep shadow take it back. May a cloud settle over it. May blackness cover up its light.