Twenty-six verses of unrelieved lament open Job’s response to his suffering, as he curses the day of his birth and asks why he did not die in the womb.
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Lyrics
After this Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth Job answered, let the day perish in which I was born The night which said, there is a boy conceived
Let that day be darkness Don’t let God from above seek for it Neither let the light shine on it Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own
Let a cloud dwell on it Let all that makes the day black terrify it As for that night, let thick darkness seize on it Let it not rejoice amongst the days of the year
Let it not come into the number of the months Behold, let that night be barren Let no joyful voice come therein Let them curse it who curse the day
Let the day perish Let the day perish Why didn’t I die from the womb? Why didn’t I give up the spirit?
Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast that I should nurse? For now I should have lain down and been quiet I should have slept, then I would have been at rest
With kings and counsellors of the earth Who built up waste places for themselves Or with princes who had gold Who filled their houses with silver
Let the day perish Let the day perish Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been As infants who never saw light
There the wicked cease from troubling There the weary are at rest There the prisoners are at ease together The small and the great are there
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