After this, Job began to speak and cursed the day he was born.
May the day I was born perish,
and the night when they said,
“A boy is conceived.”
Why was I not stillborn;
why didn’t I die as I came from the womb?
May the day I was born
May the day my mother bore me
never be blessed.
Woe is me, my mother,
that you gave birth to me,
a man who incites dispute and conflict
in all the land.
I did not lend or borrow,
yet everyone curses me.
“Why did You bring me out of the womb?
I should have died and never been seen.
Why did I come out of the womb
to see only struggle and sorrow,
to end my life in shame?
Indeed, I was guilty when I was born;
I was sinful when my mother conceived me.
“You were born entirely in sin,” they replied, “and are you trying to teach us?” Then they threw him out.
A good name is better than fine perfume,
and the day of one’s death than the day of one’s birth.