| Chapter 3 |
| After this
opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day. |
| And Job spake, and said, |
| Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night
in which it was said, There is a man child conceived. |
| Let that day be darkness; let not God
regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it. |
| Let darkness and the shadow of death
stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it. |
| As for that night,
let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months. |
| Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come
therein. |
| Let them curse
it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning. |
| Let the stars of the twilight
thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day: |
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Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes. |
| Why died I not
from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly? |
| Why did the
knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck? |
| For now should I have lain still and
been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest, |
| With kings and counsellors of the
earth, which build desolate places for themselves; |
| Or with princes that had gold, who filled their
houses with silver: |
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Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light. |
| There the
wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest. |
| There the prisoners rest together;
they hear not the voice of the oppressor. |
| The small and great are there; and the servant is free
from his master. |
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Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul; |
| Which long for
death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures; |
| Which rejoice exceedingly, and
are glad, when they can find the grave? |
| Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom
God hath hedged in? |
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For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters. |
| For the thing
which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me. |
| I was not in
safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came. |