3
“May the day of my birth perish,
and the night it was said,
‘A boy is conceived.’
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If only that day had turned to darkness!
May God above disregard it;
may no light shine upon it.
5
May darkness and gloom reclaim it,
and a cloud settle over it;
may the blackness of the day overwhelm it.
6
If only darkness had taken that night away!
May it not appear among the days of the year;
may it never be entered in any of the months.
7
Behold, may that night be barren;
may no joyful voice come into it.
8
May it be cursed by those who curse the daya —
those prepared to rouse Leviathan.
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May its morning stars grow dark;
may it wait in vain for daylight;
may it not see the breaking of dawn.
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For that night did not shut the doors of the womb
to hide the sorrow from my eyes.