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.
10 I wish it had stopped me from being born and kept me from seeing all these troubles.
11 Why didn’t I die when I was born? Why didn’t I die as I came from my mother’s womb?
12 Why did my mother hold me on her knees? Why did her breasts feed me?