3 “May the day I was born perish, and the night that said, ‘A man is conceived!’
4 That day—may it be darkness; may God above not regard it; may no light shine on it.
5 May darkness and deep gloom reclaim it; may a cloud settle over it; may whatever blackens the day terrify it.
6 That night—may thick darkness seize it; may it not be included among the days of the year, nor be entered among the number of months.
7 Indeed, may that night be barren; may no joyful shout enter it.
8 May those who curse, curse the day— those ready to awaken Leviathan.
9 May its morning stars be darkened; may it hope for light but have none— may it never see the eyelids of dawn.