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Job's First Speech
Chapter 3
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At last Job spoke, and he cursed the day of his birth.
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He said:
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"Let the day of my birth be erased, and the night I was conceived.
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Let that day be turned to darkness. Let it be lost even to God on high, and let no light shine on it.
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Let the darkness and utter gloom claim that day for its own. Let a black cloud overshadow it, and let the darkness terrify it.
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Let that night be blotted off the calendar, never again to be counted among the days of the year, never again to appear among the months.
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Let that night be childless. Let it have no joy.
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Let those who are experts at cursing-- whose cursing could rouse Leviathan-- curse that day.
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Let its morning stars remain dark. Let it hope for light, but in vain; may it never see the morning light.
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Curse that day for failing to shut my mother's womb, for letting me be born to see all this trouble.
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"Why wasn't I born dead? Why didn't I die as I came from the womb?
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Why was I laid on my mother's lap? Why did she nurse me at her breasts?
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Had I died at birth, I would now be at peace. I would be asleep and at rest.
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I would rest with the world's kings and prime ministers, whose great buildings now lie in ruins.
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I would rest with princes, rich in gold, whose palaces were filled with silver.
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Why wasn't I buried like a stillborn child, like a baby who never lives to see the light?
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For in death the wicked cause no trouble, and the weary are at rest.
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Even captives are at ease in death, with no guards to curse them.
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Rich and poor are both there, and the slave is free from his master.
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"Oh, why give light to those in misery, and life to those who are bitter?
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They long for death, and it won't come. They search for death more eagerly than for hidden treasure.
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They're filled with joy when they finally die, and rejoice when they find the grave.
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Why is life given to those with no future, those God has surrounded with difficulties?
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I cannot eat for sighing; my groans pour out like water.
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What I always feared has happened to me. What I dreaded has come true.
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I have no peace, no quietness. I have no rest; only trouble comes."