After this, Job began to speak and cursed the day he was born.
May the day I was born
May the day my mother bore me
never be blessed.
Let those who curse certain days
cast a spell on it,
those who are skilled in rousing Leviathan.
Then Peter remembered and said to Him, “Rabbi, look! The fig tree that You cursed is withered.”
Are there still the treasures of wickedness
and the accursed short measure
in the house of the wicked?