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Job

2-3 (A)O God, put a curse on the day I was born;
    put a curse on the night when I was conceived!
Turn that day into darkness, God.
Never again remember that day;
    never again let light shine on it.

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He said:

“May the day of my birth perish,
    and the night that said, ‘A boy is conceived!’(A)
That day—may it turn to darkness;
    may God above not care about it;
    may no light shine on it.

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