Job Bewails His Birth |
1 | After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day. Jer. 20.14-18 |
2 | And Job spake, and said, |
3 | Let the day perish wherein I was born,
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and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived. |
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4 | Let that day be darkness;
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let not God regard it from above, |
neither let the light shine upon it. |
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5 | Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it;
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let a cloud dwell upon it; |
let the blackness of the day terrify it. |
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6 | As for that night, let darkness seize upon it;
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let it not be joined unto the days of the year; |
let it not come into the number of the months. |
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7 | Lo, let that night be solitary;
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let no joyful voice come therein. |
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8 | Let them curse it that curse the day,
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who are ready to raise up their mourning. |
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9 | Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark;
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let it look for light, but have none; |
neither let it see the dawning of the day: |
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10 | because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb,
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nor hid sorrow from mine eyes. |
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11 | Why died I not from the womb?
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Why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly? |
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12 | Why did the knees prevent me?
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Or why the breasts that I should suck? |
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13 | For now should I have lain still and been quiet,
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I should have slept: then had I been at rest, |
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14 | with kings and counselors of the earth,
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which built desolate places for themselves; |
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15 | or with princes that had gold,
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who filled their houses with silver: |
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16 | or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been;
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as infants which never saw light. |
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17 | There the wicked cease from troubling;
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and there the weary be at rest. |
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18 | There the prisoners rest together;
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they hear not the voice of the oppressor. |
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19 | The small and great are there;
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and the servant is free from his master. |
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20 | Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery,
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and life unto the bitter in soul; |
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21 | which long for death, but it cometh not; Rev. 9.6
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and dig for it more than for hid treasures; |
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22 | which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad,
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when they can find the grave? |
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23 | Why is light given to a man whose way is hid,
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and whom God hath hedged in? |
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24 | For my sighing cometh before I eat,
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and my roarings are poured out like the waters. |
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25 | For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me,
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and that which I was afraid of is come unto me. |
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26 | I was not in safety, neither had I rest,
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neither was I quiet; yet trouble came. |
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