8 Let those who are experts at cursing—whose cursing could rouse Leviathan—curse that day.
9 Let its morning stars remain dark.Let it hope for light, but in vain;may it never see the morning light.
10 Curse that day for failing to shut my mother’s womb,for letting me be born to see all this trouble.
11 “Why wasn’t I born dead?Why didn’t I die as I came from the womb?
12 Why was I laid on my mother’s lap?Why did she nurse me at her breasts?
13 Had I died at birth, I would now be at peace.I would be asleep and at rest.
14 I would rest with the world’s kings and prime ministers,whose great buildings now lie in ruins.