5 Make it a day of gloom and thick darkness;cover it with clouds, and blot out the sun.
6 Blot that night out of the year,and never let it be counted again;
7 make it a barren, joyless night.
8 Tell the sorcerers to curse that day,those who know how to control Leviathan.
9 Keep the morning star from shining;give that night no hope of dawn.
10 Curse that night for letting me be born,for exposing me to trouble and grief.
11 I wish I had died in my mother's wombor died the moment I was born.