8 Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to arouse leviathan.
9 Let the stars of its twilight be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
10 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from my eyes.
11 Why died I not from the womb? why did I not expire when I came out of the womb?
12 Why did the knees receive me? or why the breasts that I should nurse?
13 For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then would I have been at rest,
14 With kings and counselors of the earth, who built desolate places for themselves;