BRAGADAYJAH
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Job Cursed his Day.
Then Job spoke and said, “Cursed be this 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 darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell
upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it. As for the night, let
darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the day of the year; let it
come not unto the number of the months. Lo, let that night be solitary; let no
joyful voice come therein. Let them cursed it that curse the day, who are ready
to raise up their mourning. Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let
it look for light but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day.
Because it shut not up the doors of my mother’s womb, nor his sadness from my
eyes. Why died I not from the womb? “Why did I not give up the ghost when came
I out of the belly? Why did the knees prevent me? Or why the breasts that I
should suck? For now should I have lain quiet; I should have slept, then had I
been at rest.
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