1 After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.
2 He said:
3 ‘May the day of my birth perish,and the night that said, “A boy is conceived!”
4 That day – may it turn to darkness;may God above not care about it;may no light shine on it.
5 May gloom and utter darkness claim it once more;may a cloud settle over it;may blackness overwhelm it.
6 That night – may thick darkness seize it;may it not be included among the days of the yearnor be entered in any of the months.
7 May that night be barren;may no shout of joy be heard in it.