Job 3

Bishops^{(i) 1} After this opened Iob his mouth, and cursed his day ² And Iob aunswered, and sayde ³ Let the day perishe wherin I was borne, and the night in the whiche it was sayd, There is a man childe conceaued ⁴ The same day be [turned to] darknesse, and not regarded of God from aboue, neither let the light shyne vpon it ⁵ But let it be stayned with darknesse and the shadowe of death, let the [dimme] cloude fall vpon it, whiche may make it terrible as a most bitter day ⁶ Let the darke storme ouercome that night, and let it not be ioyned vnto the dayes of the yere, nor counted in the number of the monethes ⁷ Desolate be that night, and without gladnesse ⁸ Let them that curse the day, and that be redy to rayse vp mourning, geue it also their curse ⁹ Let the starres of that night be dimme thorowe darkenesse of it, let it loke for light, but haue none, neither let it see the dawning of the day ¹⁰ Because it shut not vp the doores of my mothers wombe, nor hyd sorowe from myne eyes ¹¹ [Alas] why died I not in the birth? why dyd not I perishe assoone as I came out of [my mothers] wombe ¹² Why set they me vpon their knees? why gaue they me sucke with their brestes ¹³ Then should I nowe haue lyen stil, I shoulde haue slept, and ben at rest ¹⁴ Lyke as the kinges and lordes of the earth, which haue buylded them selues speciall places ¹⁵ Or as the princes that haue had golde, and their houses full of siluer ¹⁶ Or [why] was not I hyd, as a thing borne out of tune, [either] as young children which neuer sawe the light ¹⁷ There must the wicked ceasse from their tyrannie, and there such as laboured valiauntly be at rest ¹⁸ There the prisoners rest together, they heare no more the voyce of the oppressour ¹⁹ There are small and great, and the seruaunt [is] free from his maister ²⁰ Wherefore is the light geuen to hym that is in miserie? & lyfe vnto them that haue heauy heartes ²¹ Whiche long for death and finde it not, though they search more for it than for treasures ²² Which reioyce exceedingly, and be glad when they can finde the graue ²³ From whom their endes are hyd, and consealed by God ²⁴ For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water ²⁵ For the thing that I feared is come vpon me, and the thing that I was afrayde of is happened vnto me ²⁶ Was I not happy? Had I not quietnesse? Was I not in rest? And nowe commeth such miserie vpon me