3 “I wish the day I was born would be lost forever. I wish the night they said, ‘It’s a boy!’ had never happened.
4 I wish that day had remained dark. I wish God above had forgotten that day and not let any light shine on it.
5 I wish that bitter day had remained as dark as death, covered with the darkest clouds.
6 I wish the darkness had carried away that night, that it was left off the calendar and not included in any of the months.
7 I wish that night had produced nothing and no happy shouts had been heard.
8 Some magicians think they can wake Leviathan. So let them say their curses and curse the day I was born.
9 Let that day’s morning star be dark. Let that night wait for a morning that never comes. I wish it had never seen the first rays of sunlight.