| Chapter 3 |
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After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed his day. |
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And Job answered and said, |
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Let the day perish in which I was born, and the night that said, There is a man child conceived. |
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That day -- let it be darkness, let not +God care for it from above, neither let light shine upon it: |
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Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it; let clouds dwell upon it; let darkeners of the day terrify it. |
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That night -- let gloom seize upon it; let it not rejoice among the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the months. |
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Behold, let that night be barren; let no joyful sound come therein; |
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Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to rouse Leviathan; |
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Let the stars of its twilight be dark; let it wait for light, and have none, neither let it see the eyelids of the dawn: |
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Because it shut not up the doors of the womb that bore me, and hid not trouble from mine eyes. |
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Wherefore did I not die from the womb, -- come forth from the belly and expire? |
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Why did the knees meet me? and wherefore the breasts, that I should suck? |
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For now should I have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept: then had I been at rest, |
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With kings and counsellors of the earth, who build desolate places for themselves, |
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Or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver; |
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Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants that have not seen the light. |
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There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the wearied are at rest. |
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The prisoners together are at ease; they hear not the voice of the taskmaster. |
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The small and great are there, and the bondman freed from his master. |
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Wherefore is light given to him that is in trouble, and life to those bitter of soul, |
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Who long for death, and it [cometh] not, and dig for it more than for hidden treasures; |
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Who rejoice even exultingly and are glad when they find the grave? -- |
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To the man whose way is hidden, and whom +God hath hedged in? |
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For my sighing cometh before my bread, and my groanings are poured out like the waters. |
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For I feared a fear, and it hath come upon me, and that which I dreaded hath come to me. |
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I was not in safety, neither had I quietness, neither was I at rest, and trouble came. |