Let the Day Perish — Job 3:6–13

As for that night, let thick darkness seize upon it:
Let it not rejoice among the days of the year;
Let it not come into the number of the months.

Lo, let that night be barren;
Let no joyful voice come therein.

Let them curse it that curse the day,
Who are ready to rouse up leviathan.

Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark:
Let it look for light, but have none;
Neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning:

Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb,
Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.

Why died I not from the womb?
Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?

Why did the knees receive me?
Or why the breasts, that I should suck?

For now should I have lain down and been quiet;
I should have slept; then had I been at rest,