After this, Job spoke up solemnly, cursing the day he was born.
"Let the day when I was born be annihilated, along with the night when it was announced, "It's a boy!'
Why didn't I die while I was still in the womb, or die while I was being 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.
How terrible for me, my mother, that you gave birth to me, a man of strife and contention for the whole land! I've neither lent nor borrowed, yet everyone curses me.
So why did you bring me out from the womb? I wish I had died, before anyone had seen me,
Why did I ever come out of the womb to see trouble and sorrow, and to finish my life living in shame?
Indeed, in iniquity I was brought forth; in sin my mother conceived me.
They asked him, "You were born a sinner and you are trying to instruct us?" And they threw him out.
A good name exceeds the value of fine perfume, and the day of someone's death exceeds the value of the day of his birth.