Job 3:3-16
“ May the day on which I was to be born perish, As well as the night which said,‘ A boy is conceived.’May that day be darkness; May God above not care for it, Nor light shine on it.May darkness and black gloom claim it; May a cloud settle on it; May the blackness of the day terrify it.As for that night, may darkness seize it; May it not rejoice among the days of the year; May it not come into the number of the months.Behold, may that night be barren; May no joyful shout enter it.May those curse it who curse the day, Who are prepared to disturb Leviathan.May the stars of its twilight be darkened; May it wait for light but have none, And may it not see the breaking dawn;Because it did not shut the opening of my mother’s womb, Or hide trouble from my eyes.“ Why did I not die at birth, Come out of the womb and pass away?Why were the knees there in front of me, And why the breasts, that I would nurse?For now I would have lain down and been quiet; I would have slept then, I would have been at rest,With kings and counselors of the earth, Who rebuilt ruins for themselves;Or with rulers who had gold, Who were filling their houses with silver.Or like a miscarriage which is hidden, I would not exist, As infants that never saw light.
