1. Then Job opened his mouth and cursed the day he was born.
2. He said,
3. “I wish the day I was born would be lost forever. I wish the night they said, ‘It’s a boy!’ had never happened.
4. I wish that day had remained dark. I wish God above had forgotten that day and not let any light shine on it.
5. I wish that bitter day had remained as dark as death, covered with the darkest clouds.
6. I wish the darkness had carried away that night, that it was left off the calendar and not included in any of the months.
7. I wish that night had produced nothing and no happy shouts had been heard.
8. Some magicians think they can wake Leviathan. So let them say their curses and curse the day I was born.