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After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
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Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
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Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.
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Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
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Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
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Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
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Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
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For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
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With kings and counsellors of the earth, which build desolate places for themselves;
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Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
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Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
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There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.
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There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
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The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.
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Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;
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Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
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Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
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Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
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For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
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I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.