After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed the day of his birth.
"Let the day perish in which I was born, the night which said, 'There is a boy conceived.'
"Why didn't I die from the womb? Why didn't I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
Cursed is the day in which I was born: don't let the day in which my mother bore me be blessed.
Woe is me, my mother, that you have borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have not lent, neither have men lent to me; [yet] everyone of them does curse me.
"'Why, then, have you brought me forth out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
Why came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
Behold, I was brought forth in iniquity. In sin my mother conceived me.
They answered him, "You were altogether born in sins, and do you teach us?" They threw him out.
A good name is better than fine perfume; and the day of death better than the day of one's birth.