"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