1 After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
2 And Job spake, and said,
3 Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.
4 Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
5 Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
6 As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
7 Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.
8 Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
9 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:
10 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
11 Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
12 Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
13 For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
14 With kings and counsellors of the earth, which built desolate places for themselves;
15 Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
16 Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
17 There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.
18 There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
19 The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.
20 Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;
21 Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
22 Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
25 For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.
26 I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.
okay blackberry tree, you win. i can't keep up with picking blackberries everyday for two or three weeks straight or however long you last. painful to see those blackberries fall to the ground though. even more painful to see the neighbors plum tree go unharvested each year. be fruitful and multiply. it looks like it's #belladonna hour out there also.
dang such and such. what's up with this email, months later, after the fact....
seen in an email -
"Still living with your head in the sand?
I just heard the whole story. Do you still persist in blaming it on such and such and such and such?
Still to this day,i am amazed that you thought a person with a B.S in theatre and a M.F.A. degree in playwrighting could not do as good a job as you and a college student wanting credit for a college course.
Personally i think you were just "Glamin"
such and such said that you documented the whole thing on facebook,so it is etched in stone for eternity. You can't hide from it.
I find it deep that you could fire such and such and not your new found star. Nero Fiddled while Rome burned and such and such took pictures while some ass destroyed,what could have been a decent show.
So you went from a script in hand to a script in hand.
If you found it necessary to name this ass the tyrant and not understand what he was doing to the actors who were the back bone of your play,if you did not notice this durring all those rehearsal that you called him tyrant and didn't fire the motherf**ker,who is to blame??? Hopefully you have learned that you are not a director or a plarwright.
You had credibility with the such and such cultural. Festival. I tried to put you on a level that you had not invisioned for yourself.
So either keep your head in the sand for the rest of your life(the good part about that is that when you die they only have to bury you from the neck down),or get back to wirj and try to learn how to become what you were tryin to be.
such and such
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