1And Iyov spoke, and said,

2Let the yom perish
wherein I was born,
and halailah in which it was said,
There is a gever born.

3Let that yom be choshech;
let not Elohim regard it from above,
neither let the light shine upon it.

4Let choshech and the tzalmavet (shadow of death) claim it;
let an anan dwell upon it;
let the blackness of the yom terrify it.

5As for that lailah,
let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the yamim of the shanah,
let it not come into the number of the months.

6Hinei, let that lailah be barren;
let no joyful shout come therein.

7Let them curse it that curse the yom,
who are ready to rouse Leviathan.

8Let the kokhavim of the dawn thereof be dark;
let it look for ohr, but have none;
neither let it see the dawning of the shachar,

9Because it shut not up the dalatot of my motherʼs womb,
nor hid amal (tzoros) from mine eyes.

10Why did I not come to mot at birth?
Why did I not perish when I came out of the beten (belly, womb)?

11Madua (why) were there birkayim to receive me?
Or why the shadayim that from them I should nurse?

12For atah (now) I would be lying still and quiet,
have slept and been at rest,

13With melachim and yo'atzim of ha'aretz,
which build ruins for themselves;

14Or with sarim (princes) that had zahav,
who filled their batim (houses) with kesef;

15Or as a hidden stillborn — I had not been!
— as olelim which never saw ohr.

16There the resha'im cease from troubling;
and there the weary are at rest.

17There the asirim (prisoners, captives) rest together;
they hear not the voice of the oppressor.

18The katon and gadol are there;
and the eved is free from his adon.

19Why is ohr given to him that is in misery,
and chayyim unto the bitter in nefesh;

20Which long for mavet, but it cometh not;
and dig for it more than for hidden treasures;

21Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad,
when they can find the kever?

22Why is ohr given to a gever whose derech is hidden,
and whom Elohim hath hedged in?

23For my sighing cometh instead of lechem,
and my groanings are poured out like the mayim.

24For the pachad (terror) which I greatly feared is come upon me,
and that which I dreaded is come unto me.

25I was not in safety, neither had I rest,
neither was I quiet;
and rogez (tzoros, turmoil) came.