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.
12 Why did my mother hold me on her knees?Why did she feed me at her breast?
13 If I had died then, I would be at rest now,