1 After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed his day.
2 And Job spoke, and said,
3 Let the day perish in which I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a mail child conceived.
4 Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
5 Let darkness and the shades of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
6 As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined to the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
7 Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.