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