Job 3:3–12

³“May the day I was born be wiped out.

May the night be wiped away when people said, ‘A boy is born!’

⁴May that day turn into darkness.

May God in heaven not care about it.

May no light shine on it.

⁵May darkness and deep shadow take it back.

May a cloud settle over it.

May blackness cover up its light.

⁶May deep darkness take over the night I was born.

May it not be included among the days of the year.

May it never appear in any of the months.

⁷May no children ever have been born on that night.

May no shout of joy be heard in it.

⁸May people call down a curse on that day.

May those who are ready to wake up the sea monster Leviathan curse that day.

⁹May its morning stars become dark.

May it lose all hope of ever seeing daylight.

May it not see the first light of the morning sun.

¹⁰It didn’t keep my mother from letting me be born.

It didn’t keep my eyes from seeing trouble.

¹¹“Why didn’t I die when I was born?

Why didn’t I die as I came out of my mother’s body?

¹²Why was I placed on her knees?

Why did her breasts give me milk?