1. After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.
2. He said:
3. “May the day of my birth perish, and the night that said, ‘A boy is conceived!’
4. That day—may it turn to darkness; may God above not care about it; may no light shine on it.
5. May gloom and utter darkness claim it once more; may a cloud settle over it; may blackness overwhelm it.
6. That night—may thick darkness seize it; may it not be included among the days of the year nor be entered in any of the months.
7. May that night be barren; may no shout of joy be heard in it.
8. May those who curse days curse that day, those who are ready to rouse Leviathan.