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JOB 3:3-26. JOB CURSETH THE DAY, AND SERVICES OF HIS BIRTH, by            
First Line: Let the day perish, wherein I was borne, and the night
Last Line: Came.


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.
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.
Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.
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:
Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from
mine eyes.
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?
For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then

had I been at rest
With kings and counsellors of the earth, which built desolate places for
themselves;
Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
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.
There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the
oppressor.
The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.
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.
For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was

afraid of is come unto me.
I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble
came.





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