After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed his day (birthday).
Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night which announced, There is a man-child conceived.
Why was I not stillborn? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bore me?
Cursed be the day on which I was born! Let not the day on which my mother bore me be blessed!
Woe is me, my mother, that you bore me to be a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have neither loaned, nor have men loaned to me, yet everyone curses me.
Why then did You bring me forth out of the womb? Would that I had perished and no eye had seen me!
Why did I come out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed in shame?
Behold, I was brought forth in [a state of] iniquity; my mother was sinful who conceived me [and I too am sinful].
They retorted, You were wholly born in sin [from head to foot]; and do you [presume to] teach us? So they cast him out [threw him clear outside the synagogue].
A good name is better than precious perfume, and the day of death better than the day of one's birth.