7 Oh, may that night be barren!May no joyful shout come into it!
8 May those curse it who curse the day,Those who are ready to arouse Leviathan.
9 May the stars of its morning be dark;May it look for light, but have none,And not see the dawning of the day;
10 Because it did not shut up the doors of my mother’s womb,Nor hide sorrow from my eyes.
11 “Why did I not die at birth?Why did I not perish when I came from the womb?
12 Why did the knees receive me?Or why the breasts, that I should nurse?
13 For now I would have lain still and been quiet,I would have been asleep;Then I would have been at rest