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Job

1 Af­ter this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day. 2 And Job spake, and said, 3 Let the day per­ish where­in I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man 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 shad­ow 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 unto 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. 8 Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourn­ing. 9 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: 10 Be­cause it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sor­row from mine eyes. 11 Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the bel­ly? 12 Why did the knees pre­vent me? or why the breasts that I should suck? 13 For now should I have lain still and been qui­et, I should have slept: then had I been at rest, 14 With kings and coun­sel­lors of the earth, which built des­o­late places for them­selves; 15 Or with princes that had gold, who filled their hous­es with sil­ver: 16 Or as an hid­den un­time­ly birth I had not been; as in­fants which nev­er saw light. 17 There the wicked cease from trou­bling; and there the weary be at rest. 18 There the pris­on­ers rest to­geth­er; they hear not the voice of the op­pres­sor. 19 The small and great are there; and the ser­vant is free from his mas­ter. 20 Where­fore is light giv­en to him that is in mis­ery, and life unto the bit­ter in soul; 21 Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid trea­sures; 22 Which re­joice ex­ceed­ing­ly, and are glad, when they can find the grave? 23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in? 24 For my sigh­ing cometh be­fore I eat, and my roar­ings are poured out like the wa­ters. 25 For the thing which I great­ly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me. 26 I was not in safe­ty, nei­ther had I rest, nei­ther was I qui­et; yet trou­ble came.