8 Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
9 Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark: let it look for light, but have none; neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning:
10 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid trouble 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 receive me? or why the breasts, that I should suck?
13 For now should I have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept; then had I been at rest:
14 With kings and counsellors of the earth, which built up waste places for themselves;