So they sat down with him upon the ground seven days and seven nights, and none spake a word unto him: for they saw that his grief was very great.

After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.

Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.

Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.

Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.

With kings and counsellors of the earth, which build desolate places for themselves;

The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.

Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?

Behold, thou hast instructed many, and thou hast strengthened the weak hands.

By the blast of God they perish, and by the breath of his nostrils are they consumed.

It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying,

Shall mortal man be more just than God? shall a man be more pure than his maker?

Behold, he put no trust in his servants; and his angels he charged with folly:

How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, which are crushed before the moth?

Doth not their excellency which is in them go away? they die, even without wisdom.

For wrath killeth the foolish man, and envy slayeth the silly one.

I have seen the foolish taking root: but suddenly I cursed his habitation.

His children are far from safety, and they are crushed in the gate, neither is there any to deliver them.

Yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.

I would seek unto God, and unto God would I commit my cause:

He taketh the wise in their own craftiness: and the counsel of the froward is carried headlong.

Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty:

For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole.

Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, like as a shock of corn cometh in in his season.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.