Job 3 | Strong's Bible

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CHAPTER 3

After

this,

Job

opened

his mouth

and cursed

the day of his birth.

And this is what

he

said:

“May the day

of my birth

perish,

and the night

it was said,

‘A boy

is conceived.’

If only that

day

had turned

to darkness!

May God

above

disregard it;

may no light

shine

upon it.

May darkness

and gloom

reclaim it,

and a cloud

settle

over it;

may the blackness

of the day

overwhelm it.

If only darkness

had taken

that night

away!

May it not

appear

among the days

of the year,

or be entered

in any

of the months.

Behold,

may that

night

be

barren;

may no

joyful voice

come

into it.

May it be cursed

by those who curse

the day—

those prepared

to rouse

Leviathan.

May its morning

stars

grow dark;

may it wait

in vain

for daylight;

may it not

see

the breaking of dawn.

For

that night did not

shut

the doors

of the womb

to hide

the sorrow

from my eyes.

Why

did I not perish

at birth;

why did I not die

as I came

from the womb?

Why

were there knees

to receive me,

and

breasts

that

I should be nursed?

For

now

I would be lying down

in peace;

I would be asleep

and

at rest

with

kings

and counselors

of the earth,

who built

for themselves

cities now in ruins,

or

with

princes

who had gold,

who filled

their houses

with silver.

Or

why was

I not

hidden

like a stillborn child,

like an infant

who never

sees

daylight?

There

the wicked

cease

from raging,

and there

the weary

find rest.

The captives

enjoy

their ease;

they do not

hear

the voice

of the oppressor.

Both small

and great

are there,

and the slave

is freed

from his master.

Why

is light

given

to the miserable,

and life

to the bitter

of soul,

who long

for death

that does not come,

and search for it

like hidden treasure,

who rejoice

and greatly

exult

when

they can find

the grave?

Why is life given to a man

whose

way

is hidden,

whom God

has hedged in?

I sigh

when

food

is put

before me,

and my groans

pour out

like water.

For

the thing

I feared

has overtaken me,

and what

I dreaded

has befallen

me.

I am not

at ease

or quiet;

I have no

rest,

for trouble

has come.”

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