After this, Job spoke up solemnly, cursing the day he was born.
Let the day on which I was born be cursed. Don't let the day on which my mother gave birth to me be blessed.
Let whoever curses days curse it those who are ready to awaken monsters.
Remembering what Jesus had said, Peter pointed out to him, "Rabbi, look! The fig tree you cursed has dried up!"
Are there still wicked treasures in the house of the wicked, along with deceitful and abominable measuring standards?