"May the day of my birth perish, and the night it was said, 'A boy is born!'1
That day--may it turn to darkness; may God above not care about it; may no light shine upon it.
May darkness and deep shadow2 claim it once more; may a cloud settle over it; may blackness overwhelm its light.
That night--may thick darkness3 seize it; may it not be included among the days of the year nor be entered in any of the months.
May that night be barren; may no shout of joy4 be heard in it.
May those who curse days curse that day,5 those who are ready to rouse Leviathan.6
May its morning stars become dark; may it wait for daylight in vain and not see the first rays of dawn,7
for it did not shut the doors of the womb on me to hide trouble from my eyes.