May those who curse daysa curse that day,1 those who are ready to rouse Leviathan.29
May its morning stars become dark; may it wait for daylight in vain and not see the first rays of dawn,310
for it did not shut the doors of the womb on me to hide trouble from my eyes.
"Why did I not perish at birth, and die as I came from the womb?412
Why were there knees to receive me5 and breasts that I might be nursed?
For now I would be lying down6 in peace; I would be asleep and at rest714
with kings and counselors of the earth,8 who built for themselves places now lying in ruins,915
with rulers10 who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.1116
Or why was I not hidden in the ground like a stillborn child,12 like an infant who never saw the light of day?1317
There the wicked cease from turmoil,14 and there the weary are at rest.1518
Captives16 also enjoy their ease; they no longer hear the slave driver's17 shout.18