Job 3:7

3 “May the day of my birth perish, and the night it was said, ‘A boy is conceived.’

4 If only that day had turned to darkness! May God above disregard it; may no light shine upon it.

5 May darkness and gloom reclaim it, and a cloud settle over it; may the blackness of the day overwhelm it.

6 If only darkness had taken that night away! May it not appear among the days of the year; may it never be entered in any of the months.

7 Behold, may that night be barren; may no joyful voice come into it.

8 May it be cursed by those who curse the day—those prepared to rouse Leviathan.

9 May its morning stars grow dark; may it wait in vain for daylight; may it not see the breaking of dawn.

10 For that night did not shut the doors of the womb to hide the sorrow from my eyes.

11 Why did I not perish at birth; why did I not die as I came from the womb?

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