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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=369849" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bible Stories: Job (Chapter III)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And after this, Job cursed his day! <br>Oh, fie the day I was born live! <br>I curse the day I turned a boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May dark prevail on my birthday! <br>May never light illumine it! <br>May gloom afill first day I breathed! <br>May frightening blackness affright it! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let obscure be my day of birth; <br>Let it from year-days be effaced; <br>Let it from all months disappear; <br>Let barren be the night I’as born; <br>Let not a joyful cry greet it! <br>Let them who curse the sea, curse it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May twilight stars remain all dark! <br>May daylight never dawn upon, <br>Because the doors of womb weren’t shut, <br>To shield my eyes from earth’s troubles! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why did I not expire in womb? <br>Why did I not perish at birth? <br>Why did I ever see the light? <br>Why was my birth so untimely? <br>Why was I suckled at the breasts? <br>Why did my knees help me to stand? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Had I in tranquil state then slept, <br>I could have rested and not wept, <br>With mighty beings of the earth, <br>And ones lucred, right from their birth: <br>Where weary souls are laid to rest, <br>And wicked cease to be a pest! <br>Where all are same- the great and small; <br>Where freed is servant from master.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why labored see the endless light? <br>Why bitter hearts get extra life? <br>They welcome death but it comes not; <br>They seek death like hidden treasures, <br>And exult on finding at last, <br>And reach the grave, glad in their hearts! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sigh far easier than my food; <br>My groans come forth akin water; <br>What fear I had has come on me; <br>My troubles seize me so freely; <br>I have no peace nor ease nor rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Celes">John Celes</a><div class=q>
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Oh, fie the day I was born live! 
I curse the day I turned a boy.

May dark prevail on my birthday! 
May never light illumine it! 
May gloom afill first day I breathed! 
May frightening blackness affright it! 
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