After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed his day.
Let the day perish in which I was born, and the night that said, There is a man child conceived.
Wherefore did I not die from the womb, come forth from the belly and expire?
Cursed be the day wherein I was born; let not the day wherein my mother bore me be blessed!
Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole land! I have not lent on usury, nor have they lent to me on usury; yet every one of them doth curse me.
And wherefore didst thou bring me forth out of the womb? I had expired, and no eye had seen me.
Wherefore came I forth from the womb to see labour and sorrow, that my days should be consumed in shame?
Behold, in iniquity was I brought forth, and in sin did my mother conceive me.
They answered and said to him, Thou hast been wholly born in sins, and thou teachest us? And they cast him out.
A good name is better than precious ointment, and the day of death than the day of one's birth.