1 After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed his day.
2 Then Job answered and said:
3 “May the day I was born perish, and the night that said, ‘A man is conceived!’
4 That day—may it be darkness; may God above not regard it; may no light shine on it.
5 May darkness and deep gloom reclaim it; may a cloud settle over it; may whatever blackens the day terrify it.