The Book of Job



Job, Chapter 3


After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.

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And Job spake, and said,

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Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night [in which] it was said, There is a man child conceived.


Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.

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Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.


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.

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Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.

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Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.


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:

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Because it shut not up the doors of my [mother's] womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.

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Why died I not from the womb? [why] did I [not] give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?


Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?

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For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,

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With kings and counsellors of the earth, which built desolate places for themselves;

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Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:

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Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants [which] never saw light.


There the wicked cease [from] troubling; and there the weary be at rest.

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[There] the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.

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The small and great are there; and the servant [is] free from his master.

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Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter [in] soul;


Which long for death, but it [cometh] not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;


Which rejoice exceedingly, [and] are glad, when they can find the grave?


[Why is light given] to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?


For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.

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For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.

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I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.

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