1 After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed the day of his birth.
3 "Let the day perish in which I was born, The night which said, `There is a man-child conceived.`
4 Let that day be darkness; Don`t let God from above seek for it, Neither let the light shine on it.
5 Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. Let a cloud dwell on it. Let all that makes black the day terrify it.
6 As for that night, let thick darkness seize on it. Let it not rejoice among the days of the year. Let it not come into the number of the months.
7 Behold, let that night be barren. Let no joyful voice come therein.
