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80 lines
2.4 KiB
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## Job Curses the Day of His Birth
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###### 1
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Afterward Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his _birth_.
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###### 2
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And Job answered and said,
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###### 3
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"Let the day perish on which I was to be born, And the night _which_ said, 'A man is conceived.'
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###### 4
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May that day be darkness; Let not God seek it from above, Nor light shine on it.
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###### 5
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Let darkness and shadow of death redeem it; Let a cloud dwell upon it; Let the blackness of the day terrify it.
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###### 6
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_As for_ that night, let thick darkness take it; Let it not rejoice among the days of the year; Let it not come into the number of the months.
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###### 7
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Behold, let that night be barren; Let no joyful shout enter it.
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###### 8
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Let those curse it who curse the day, Who are ready to rouse Leviathan.
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###### 9
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Let the stars of its twilight be darkened; Let it hope for light but have none, And let it not see the breaking dawn,
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###### 10
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Because it did not shut the opening of my _mother's_ body, Or hide trouble from my eyes.
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###### 11
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"Why did I not die from the womb, Come forth from the womb and breathe my last?
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###### 12
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Why did the knees receive me, And why the breasts, that I should suck?
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###### 13
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For now I would have lain down and been quiet; I would have slept then; it would have been rest to me,
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###### 14
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With kings and _with_ counselors of the earth, Who rebuilt waste places for themselves,
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###### 15
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Or with princes who had gold, Who were filling their houses _with_ silver.
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Or _why_ was I not like a miscarriage hidden away, As infants that never saw light?
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###### 17
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There the wicked cease from raging, And there the weary of strength are at rest.
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###### 18
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The prisoners are at ease together; They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.
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###### 19
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The small and the great are there, And the slave is free from his master.
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###### 20
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"Why is light given to him who is troubled, And life to the bitter of soul,
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###### 21
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Who long for death, but there is none, And dig for it more than for hidden treasures,
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###### 22
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Who are glad with joy, _And_ rejoice when they find the grave?
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###### 23
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_Why is light given_ to a man whose way is hidden, And whom God has hedged in?
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###### 24
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For my groaning comes at the sight of my food, And my roaring pours out like water.
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###### 25
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For the dread that I dread comes upon me, And what I am afraid of befalls me.
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###### 26
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I am not complacent, nor am I quiet, And I am not at rest, and raging comes."
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