¹⁴ Cursed be the day in which I was born: don't let the day in which my mother bore me be blessed.

¹⁰ Woe is me, my mother, that you have borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have not lent, neither have men lent to me; [yet] everyone of them does curse me.

³ "Let the day perish in which I was born, The night which said, 'There is a man-child conceived.'

⁴ Let that day be darkness; Don't let God from above seek for it, Neither let the light shine on it.

⁵ Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. Let a cloud dwell on it. Let all that makes black the day terrify it.

⁶ As for that night, let thick darkness seize on it. Let it not rejoice among the days of the year. Let it not come into the number of the months.

⁷ Behold, let that night be barren. Let no joyful voice come therein.

⁸ Let them curse it who curse the day, Who are ready to rouse up leviathan.

⁹ Let the stars of the twilight of it be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, Neither let it see the eyelids of the morning,

¹⁰ Because it didn't shut up the doors of my mother's womb, Nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.

¹¹ "Why didn't I die from the womb? Why didn't I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?

¹² Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?

¹³ For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,

¹⁴ With kings and counselors of the earth, Who built up waste places for themselves;

¹⁵ Or with princes who had gold, Who filled their houses with silver:

¹⁶ Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, As infants who never saw light.