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                    Job 
                    Wishes He Had Never Been Born3:1  After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his 
                    day.
 3:2  And Job spake, and said,
 3:3  Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in 
                    which it was said, There is a man child conceived.
 3:4  Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from 
                    above, neither let the light shine upon it.
 3:5  Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a 
                    cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify 
                    it.
 3:6  As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it 
                    not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come 
                    into the number of the months.
 3:7  Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice 
                    come therein.
 3:8  Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to 
                    raise up their mourning.
 3:9  Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it 
                    look for light, but have none; neither let it see the 
                    dawning of the day:
 3:10  Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, 
                    nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
 3:11  Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up 
                    the ghost when I came out of the belly?
 3:12  Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that 
                    I should suck?
 3:13  For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I 
                    should have slept: then had I been at rest,
 3:14  With kings and counsellors of the earth, which build 
                    desolate places for themselves;
 3:15  Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses 
                    with silver:
 3:16  Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as 
                    infants which never saw light.
 3:17  There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the 
                    weary be at rest.
 3:18  There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the 
                    voice of the oppressor.
 3:19  The small and great are there; and the servant is free 
                    from his master.
 3:20  Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and 
                    life unto the bitter in soul;
 3:21  Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for 
                    it more than for hid treasures;
 3:22  Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can 
                    find the grave?
 3:23  Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom 
                    God hath hedged in?
 3:24  For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings 
                    are poured out like the waters.
 3:25  For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, 
                    and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.
 3:26  I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I 
                    quiet; yet trouble came.
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