1 After this Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.
2 And Job spoke, and said:
3 “May the day perish on which I was born,And the night in which it was said,‘A male child is conceived.’
4 May that day be darkness;May God above not seek it,Nor the light shine upon it.
5 May darkness and the shadow of death claim it;May a cloud settle on it;May the blackness of the day terrify it.
6 As for that night, may darkness seize it;May it not rejoice among the days of the year,May it not come into the number of the months.
7 Oh, may that night be barren!May no joyful shout come into it!