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# Chapter 3
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1 After this, Job began to speak and cursed the day he was born.
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2 He said:
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3 May the day I was born perish,
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and the night that said,
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“A boy is conceived.”
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4 If only that day had turned to darkness!
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May God above not care about it,
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or light shine on it.
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5 May darkness and gloom reclaim it,
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and a cloud settle over it.
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May what darkens the day terrify it.
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6 If only darkness had taken that night away!
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May it not appear among the days of the year
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or be listed in the calendar.
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7 Yes, may that night be barren;
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may no joyful shout be heard in it.
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8 Let those who curse days
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condemn it,
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those who are ready to rouse Leviathan.
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9 May its morning stars grow dark.
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May it wait for daylight but have none;
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may it not see the breaking of dawn.
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10 For that night did not shut
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the doors of my mother’s womb,
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and hide sorrow from my eyes.
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11 Why was I not stillborn;
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why didn’t I die as I came from the womb?
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12 Why did the knees receive me,
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and why were there breasts for me to nurse?
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13 Now I would certainly be lying down in peace;
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I would be asleep.
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Then I would be at rest
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14 with the kings and counselors of the earth,
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who rebuilt ruined cities for themselves,
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15 or with princes who had gold,
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who filled their houses with silver.
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16 Or why was I not hidden like a miscarried child,
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like infants who never see daylight?
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17 There the wicked cease to make trouble,
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and there the weary find rest.
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18 The captives are completely at rest;
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they do not hear a taskmaster’s voice.
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19 Both small and great are there,
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and the slave is set free from his master.
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20 Why is light given to one burdened with grief,
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and life to those whose existence is bitter,
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21 who wait for death, but it does not come,
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and search for it more than for hidden treasure,
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22 who are filled with much joy
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and are glad when they reach the grave?
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23 Why is life given to a man whose path is hidden,
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whom God has hedged in?
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24 I sigh when food is put before me,
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and my groans pour out like water.
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25 For the thing I feared has overtaken me,
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and what I dreaded has happened to me.
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26 I cannot relax or be calm;
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I have no rest, for turmoil has come. |