| 1. | After this hath Job opened his mouth, and revileth his day. |
| 2. | And Job answereth and saith: -- |
| 3. | Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: `A man-child hath been conceived.' |
| 4. | That day -- let it be darkness, Let not God require it from above, Nor let light shine upon it. |
| 5. | Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days. |
| 6. | That night -- let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Into the number of months let it not come. |
| 7. | Lo! that night -- let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it. |
| 8. | Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan. |
| 9. | Let the stars of its twilight be dark, Let it wait for light, and there is none, And let it not look on the eyelids of the dawn. |
| 10. | Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes. |
| 11. | Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp! |
| 12. | Wherefore have knees been before me? And what `are' breasts, that I suck? |
| 13. | For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me, |
| 14. | With kings and counsellors of earth, These building wastes for themselves. |
| 15. | Or with princes -- they have gold, They are filling their houses `with' silver. |
| 16. | (Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have not seen light.) |
| 17. | There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power. |
| 18. | Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor, |
| 19. | Small and great `are' there the same. And a servant `is' free from his lord. |
| 20. | Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul? |
| 21. | Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures. |
| 22. | Who are glad -- unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave. |
| 23. | To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up? |
| 24. | For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings. |
| 25. | For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me. |
| 26. | I was not safe -- nor was I quiet -- Nor was I at rest -- and trouble cometh! |