After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed his day (birthday).
Cursed be the day on which I was born! Let not the day on which my mother bore me be blessed!
Let those curse it who curse the day, who are skilled in rousing up Leviathan.
And Peter remembered and said to Him, Master, look! The fig tree which You doomed has withered away!
Are there not still treasures gained by wickedness in the house of the wicked, and a scant measure [a false measure for grain] that is abominable and accursed?