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May that day be darkness; May God above not seek it, Nor the light shine upon it.
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May darkness and the shadow of death claim it; May a cloud settle on it; May the blackness of the day terrify it.
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As for that night, may darkness seize it; May it not rejoice among the days of the year, May it not come into the number of the months.
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Oh, may that night be barren! May no joyful shout come into it!
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May those curse it who curse the day, Those who are ready to arouse Leviathan.
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May the stars of its morning be dark; May it look for light, but have none, And not see the dawning of the day;
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Because it did not shut up the doors of my mother's womb, Nor hide sorrow from my eyes.
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"Why did I not die at birth? Why did I not perish when I came from the womb?
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Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breasts, that I should nurse?
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For now I would have lain still and been quiet, I would have been asleep; Then I would have been at rest
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With kings and counselors of the earth, Who built ruins for themselves,
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Or with princes who had gold, Who filled their houses with silver;
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Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn child, Like infants who never saw light?
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There the wicked cease from troubling, And there the weary are at rest.
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There the prisoners rest together; They do not hear the voice of the oppressor.
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The small and great are there, And the servant is free from his master.
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"Why is light given to him who is in misery, And life to the bitter of soul,
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Who long for death, but it does not come, And search for it more than hidden treasures;
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Who rejoice exceedingly, And are glad when they can find the grave?
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Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, And whom God has hedged in?
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For my sighing comes before I eat, And my groanings pour out like water.