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Job Chapter 3

Then at last Job spoke, "May the day be cursed when I was born, and the night it was proclaimed that I was conceived. May that day be in darkness, lost and forsaken by God. May His light not shine upon it.
May darkness in the shadow of death claim it. May a cloud settle on it. May the blackness of the day terrify it and as for the night, let it be lost forever in darkness. May it be forgotten among the days of the earth. Oh may that night be barren. May no joy be found in it. Let those who curse, curse that day. May the stars of that morning be dark. And may the dawn of that day cry out for light, but have none, because it did not shut my mothers womb, that I was born to see such sorrow.
Why did I not die at birth? Why did I not perish when I came from the womb? Why was I nursed from the breast? For if I had died at birth, I would now be silent and at rest as one fast asleep.
Oh, that I had been stillborn to have never seen the light of day. For in death the wicked cease from troubling and the weary at last find rest. Even prisoners are at peace with no one to oppress them. Both great and small are there and the slave is finally free of his master.
Oh why is life given to those who must face such misery and bitterness of soul? Who long for death, but it does not come, who search for it like hidden treasure, who rejoice with gladness when at last they die.
Why is life given to a man if God is only to curse him with a life of desperation and heartache? I cannot eat, for my sighing and my groans pour out like water. For the thing that I greatly feared has happened to me, I have no peace nor am I quiet. I have no rest for deep troubles are upon me."