3:1   Finally Job broke the silence and cursed the day on which he had been born.

3:2   O God, put a curse on the day I was born; put a curse on the night when I was conceived!

3:3   (SEE 3:2)

3:4   Turn that day into darkness, God. Never again remember that day; never again let light shine on it.

3:5   Make it a day of gloom and thick darkness; cover it with clouds, and blot out the sun.

3:6   Blot that night out of the year, and never let it be counted again;

3:7   make it a barren, joyless night.

3:8   Tell the sorcerers to curse that day, those who know how to control Leviathan.

3:9   Keep the morning star from shining; give that night no hope of dawn.

3:10   Curse that night for letting me be born, for exposing me to trouble and grief.

3:11   I wish I had died in my mother's womb or died the moment I was born.

3:12   Why did my mother hold me on her knees? Why did she feed me at her breast?

3:13   If I had died then, I would be at rest now,

3:14   sleeping like the kings and rulers who rebuilt ancient palaces.

3:15   Then I would be sleeping like princes who filled their houses with gold and silver,

3:16   or sleeping like a stillborn child.

3:17   In the grave wicked people stop their evil, and tired workers find rest at last.

3:18   Even prisoners enjoy peace, free from shouts and harsh commands.

3:19   Everyone is there, the famous and the unknown, and slaves at last are free.

3:20   Why let people go on living in misery? Why give light to those in grief ?

3:21   They wait for death, but it never comes; they prefer a grave to any treasure.

3:22   They are not happy till they are dead and buried;

3:23   God keeps their future hidden and hems them in on every side.

3:24   Instead of eating, I mourn, and I can never stop groaning.

3:25   Everything I fear and dread comes true.

3:26   I have no peace, no rest, and my troubles never end.