If only that day had turned to darkness!
May God above not care about it,
or light shine on it.

May its morning stars grow dark.
May it wait for daylight but have none;
may it not see the breaking of dawn.

For distress does not grow out of the soil,
and trouble does not sprout from the ground.

Does papyrus grow where there is no marsh?
Do reeds flourish without water?

Though I am blameless,
I no longer care about myself;
I renounce my life.

You gave me life and faithful love,
and Your care has guarded my life.

If its roots grow old in the ground
and its stump starts to die in the soil,

Both the gray-haired and the elderly are with us,
men older than your father.

Yet the righteous person will hold to his way,
and the one whose hands are clean will grow stronger.

For what does he care about his family once he is dead,
when the number of his months has run out?

because I greatly feared the crowds,
and the contempt of the clans terrified me,
so I grew silent and would not go outside?

then let thorns grow instead of wheat
and stinkweed instead of barley.

The words of Job are concluded.

Their offspring are healthy and grow up in the open field.
They leave and do not return.