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II.
THE DIALOGUE
A. FIRST SERIES OF SPEECHES
Job curses the day of his birth
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In the end it was Job who broke the silence and cursed the day of his birth.
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This is what he said:
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May the day perish when I was born, and the night that told of a boy conceived.
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May that day be darkness, may God on high have no thought for it, may no light shine on it.
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May murk and deep shadow claim it for their own, clouds hang over it, eclipse swoop down on it.
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Yes, let the dark lay hold of it, to the days of the year let it not be joined, into the reckoning of months not find its way.
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May that night be dismal, no shout of joy come near it.
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Let them curse it who curse the day, who are prepared to rouse Leviathan.[*a]
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Dark be the stars of its morning, let it wait in vain for light and never see the opening eyes of dawn.
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Since it would not shut the doors of the womb on me to hide sorrow from my eyes.
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Why did I not die new-born, not perish as I left the womb?
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Why were there two knees to receive me, two breasts for me to suck?
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Had there not been, I should now be lying in peace, wrapped in a restful slumber,
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with the kings and high viziers of earth who build themselves vast vaults,
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or with princes who have gold to spare and houses crammed with silver.
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Or put away like a still-born child that never came to be, like unborn babes that never see the light.
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Down there,[*b] bad men bustle no more, there the weary rest.
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Prisoners, all left in peace, hear no more the shouts of the gaoler.
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Down there, high and low are all one, and the slave is free of his master.
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Why give light to a man of grief? Why give life to those bitter of heart,
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who long for a death that never comes, and hunt for it more than for a buried treasure?
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They would be glad to see the grave-mound and shout with joy if they reached the tomb.
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Why make this gift of light to a man who does not see his way, whom God baulks on every side?
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My only food is sighs, and my groans pour out like water.
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Whatever I fear comes true, whatever I dread befalls me.
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For me, there is no calm, no peace; my torments banish rest.
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