After this opened Iob his mouth, and cursed his day,

And Iob aunswered, and sayde:

Let the day perishe wherin I was borne, and the night in the whiche it was sayd, There is a man childe conceaued.

The same day be turned to darknesse, and not regarded of God from aboue, neither let the light shyne vpon it:

But let it be stayned with darknesse and the shadowe of death, let the dimme cloude fall vpon it, whiche may make it terrible as a most bitter day.

Let the darke storme ouercome that night, and let it not be ioyned vnto the dayes of the yere, nor counted in the number of the monethes.

Desolate be that night, and without gladnesse.

Let them that curse the day, and that be redy to rayse vp mourning, geue it also their curse.

Let the starres of that night be dimme thorowe darkenesse of it, let it loke for light, but haue none, neither let it see the dawning of the day:

Because it shut not vp the doores of my mothers wombe, nor hyd sorowe from myne eyes.

Alas why died I not in the birth? why dyd not I perishe assoone as I came out of my mothers wombe?

Why set they me vpon their knees? why gaue they me sucke with their brestes?

Then should I nowe haue lyen stil, I shoulde haue slept, and ben at rest,

Lyke as the kinges and lordes of the earth, which haue buylded them selues speciall places,

Or as the princes that haue had golde, and their houses full of siluer:

Or why was not I hyd, as a thing borne out of tune, either as young children which neuer sawe the light?

There must the wicked ceasse from their tyrannie, and there such as laboured valiauntly be at rest:

There the prisoners rest together, they heare no more the voyce of the oppressour:

There are small and great, and the seruaunt is free from his maister.

Wherefore is the light geuen to hym that is in miserie? & lyfe vnto them that haue heauy heartes?

Whiche long for death and finde it not, though they search more for it than for treasures:

Which reioyce exceedingly, and be glad when they can finde the graue,

From whom their endes are hyd, and consealed by God?

For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:

For the thing that I feared is come vpon me, and the thing that I was afrayde of is happened vnto me,

Was I not happy? Had I not quietnesse? Was I not in rest? And nowe commeth such miserie vpon me.