8 Let them curse it that curse the day,who are ready to raise up their mourning.
9 Let the stars of the twilight thereof 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 mine eyes.
11 Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
12 Why did the knees prevent me?Or why the breasts that I should suck?
13 For now should I have lain still and been quiet,I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
14 with kings and counselors of the earth,which built desolate places for themselves;