¹ After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth. ² He said: ³ “May the day of my birth perish, and the night that said, ‘A boy is conceived!` ⁴ That day—may it turn to darkness; may God above not care about it; may no light shine on it. ⁵ May gloom and utter darkness claim it once more; may a cloud settle over it; may blackness overwhelm it. ⁶ That night—may thick darkness seize it; may it not be included among the days of the year nor be entered in any of the months. ⁷ May that night be barren; may no shout of joy be heard in it. ⁸ May those who curse days curse that day, those who are ready to rouse Leviathan.