¹ After this hath Job opened his mouth, and revileth his day.

¹⁴ Cursed `is' the day in which I was born, The day that my mother bare me, Let it not be blessed!

¹⁵ Cursed `is' the man who bore tidings `to' my father, saying, `Born to thee hath been a child -- a male,' Making him very glad!

² I was dumb `with' silence, I kept silent from good, and my pain is excited.

³ Hot `is' my heart within me, In my meditating doth the fire burn, I have spoken with my tongue.

³³ For they have provoked his spirit, And he speaketh wrongfully with his lips.

²² In all this Job hath not sinned, nor given folly to God.

⁵ Yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike unto his bone and unto his flesh -- if not: unto Thy face he doth bless Thee!'

⁹ And his wife saith to him, `Still thou art keeping hold on thine integrity: bless God and die.'

¹⁰ And he saith unto her, `As one of the foolish women speaketh, thou speakest; yea, the good we receive from God, and the evil we do not receive.' In all this Job hath not sinned with his lips.

³ Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: `A man-child hath been conceived.'

¹⁶ And Job `with' vanity doth open his mouth, Without knowledge words he multiplieth.