Job 3:3
Let the day perish on which I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a male child conceived.
Let the day perish on which I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a male child conceived.
Let the day perish on which I was born, and the night that said, 'A man is conceived.'
Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.
Let the day perish wherein I was born, And the night which said, There is a man-child conceived.
lost be that daye, wherin I was borne: and the night, in the which it was sayde: there is a manchilde conceaued.
Let the day perish, wherein I was borne, and the night when it was sayde, There is a man childe conceiued.
Let the day perishe wherin I was borne, and the night in the whiche it was sayd, There is a man childe conceaued.
Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night [in which] it was said, There is a man child conceived.
"Let the day perish in which I was born, The night which said, 'There is a man-child conceived.'
Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: `A man-child hath been conceived.'
Let the day perish wherein I was born, And the night which said, There is a man-child conceived.
Let the day perish wherein I was born, And the night which said, There is a man-child conceived.
Let destruction take the day of my birth, and the night on which it was said, A man child has come into the world.
"Let the day perish in which I was born, the night which said, 'There is a boy conceived.'
“Let the day on which I was born perish, and the night that said,‘A man has been conceived!’
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1After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed his day.
2And Job spoke, and said,
4Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, nor let the light shine upon it.
5Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let blackness of the day terrify it.
6As for that night, let darkness seize it; let it not be included among the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
7Behold, let that night be barren, let no joyful shout come in it.
8Let those curse it who curse the day, who are ready to stir up their lamentation.
9Let the stars of its twilight be dark; let it look for light, but have none; nor let it see the breaking of dawn:
10Because it did not shut the doors of my mother's womb, nor hide sorrow from my eyes.
11Why did I not die from the womb? Why did I not expire when I came out of the belly?
12Why were there knees to receive me? Or why breasts that I should nurse?
14Cursed be the day wherein I was born: let not the day wherein my mother bore me be blessed.
15Cursed be the man who brought tidings to my father, saying, A man child is born to you; making him very glad.
16And let that man be as the cities which the LORD overthrew, and did not repent: and let him hear the cry in the morning, and the shouting at noontime;
17Because he did not slay me from the womb; or that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb always great with me.
18Why did I come forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
16Or as a hidden untimely birth I would not have existed; like infants who never saw light.
17There the wicked cease from troubling; there the weary are at rest.
18Why then have You brought me forth out of the womb? Oh, that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
19I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
1Man who is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble.
3So I am made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4When I lie down, I say, 'When shall I arise, and the night be gone?' And I am full of tossing to and fro until the dawning of the day.
1I am the man who has seen affliction by the rod of His wrath.
2He has led me and brought me into darkness, but not into light.
3Surely against me He is turned; He turns His hand against me all day long.
3If a man begets a hundred children and lives many years, so that the days of his years are many, yet his soul is not filled with good, and indeed he has no burial; I say, that a premature birth is better than he.
4For it comes in vanity and departs in darkness, and its name is covered with darkness.
23Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, and whom God has hedged in?
21And he said, "Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked shall I return there. The LORD gave, and the LORD has taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD."
20Why is light given to him who is in misery, and life to the bitter in soul;
1Then Job answered and said,
2Even today my complaint is bitter; my suffering is heavier than my groaning.
19And this woman's child died in the night, because she lay on it.
6He has set me in dark places, like those long dead.
8Then let me sow, and let another eat; yes, let my offspring be rooted out.
17Because I was not cut off before the darkness, nor has he covered the darkness from my face.
12They change the night into day; the light is near because of darkness.
13If I wait, the grave is my house; I have made my bed in the darkness.
5Behold, I was shaped in iniquity, and in sin my mother conceived me.
21And when I rose in the morning to nurse my child, behold, it was dead; but when I considered it in the morning, behold, it was not my son, whom I had borne.
14What is man, that he should be clean? And he who is born of a woman, that he should be righteous?
3For thus says the LORD concerning the sons and daughters that are born in this place, and concerning their mothers who bore them, and concerning their fathers who begot them in this land:
13The sorrows of a laboring woman shall come upon him: he is an unwise son; for he should not stay long in the place of the breaking forth of children.
4How then can man be righteous before God? Or how can he be clean who is born of a woman?
13Oh that You would hide me in the grave, that You would keep me secret, until Your wrath is past, that You would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
3Therefore my loins are filled with pain; pangs have seized me, like the pangs of a woman in labor. I was bent over when I heard it; I was dismayed when I saw it.
6The light shall be dark in his dwelling, and his lamp shall be put out with him.
7Yet man is born to trouble, as the sparks fly upward.