After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed the day of his birth.
Cursed is the day in which I was born: don't let the day in which my mother bore me be blessed.
Let them curse it who curse the day, who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
Peter, remembering, said to him, "Rabbi, look! The fig tree which you cursed has withered away."
Are there yet treasures of wickedness in the house of the wicked, and a short ephah that is accursed?