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        • 1. After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.
            • 2. He said:
                • 3. "May the day of my birth perish, and the night it was said, 'A boy is born!'
                    • 4. That day--may it turn to darkness; may God above not care about it; may no light shine upon it.
                        • 5. May darkness and deep shadow claim it once more; may a cloud settle over it; may blackness overwhelm its light.
                            • 6. That night--may thick darkness seize it; may it not be included among the days of the year nor be entered in any of the months.
                                • 7. May that night be barren; may no shout of joy be heard in it.
                                    • 8. May those who curse days curse that day, those who are ready to rouse Leviathan.
                                        • 9. May its morning stars become dark; may it wait for daylight in vain and not see the first rays of dawn,
                                            • 10. for it did not shut the doors of the womb on me to hide trouble from my eyes.
                                                • 11. "Why did I not perish at birth, and die as I came from the womb?
                                                    • 12. Why were there knees to receive me and breasts that I might be nursed?
                                                        • 13. For now I would be lying down in peace; I would be asleep and at rest
                                                            • 14. with kings and counselors of the earth, who built for themselves places now lying in ruins,
                                                                • 15. with rulers who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.
                                                                    • 16. Or why was I not hidden in the ground like a stillborn child, like an infant who never saw the light of day?
                                                                        • 17. There the wicked cease from turmoil, and there the weary are at rest.
                                                                            • 18. Captives also enjoy their ease; they no longer hear the slave driver's shout.
                                                                                • 19. The small and the great are there, and the slave is freed from his master.
                                                                                    • 20. "Why is light given to those in misery, and life to the bitter of soul,
                                                                                        • 21. to those who long for death that does not come, who search for it more than for hidden treasure,
                                                                                            • 22. who are filled with gladness and rejoice when they reach the grave?
                                                                                                • 23. Why is life given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?
                                                                                                    • 24. For sighing comes to me instead of food; my groans pour out like water.
                                                                                                        • 25. What I feared has come upon me; what I dreaded has happened to me.
                                                                                                            • 26. I have no peace, no quietness; I have no rest, but only turmoil."
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