3 After this Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth. 2 And Job 1spoke, and said:
3 “May athe day perish on which I was born,
And the night in which it was said,
‘A male child is conceived.’
May God above not seek it,
Nor the light shine upon it.
5 May darkness and bthe shadow of death claim it;
May a cloud settle on it;
May the blackness of the day terrify it.
May it not 2rejoice among the days of the year,
May it not come into the number of the months.
May no joyful shout come into it!
Those cwho are ready to arouse Leviathan.
May it look for light, but have none,
And not see the 3dawning of the day;
Nor hide sorrow from my eyes.
LXX, Syr., Tg., Vg. be joined
eyelids of the dawn