8. Let them curse it that curse the day, Who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
9. Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark: Let it look for light, but have none; Neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning:
10. Because it shut not up the doors of my mother’s womb, Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.
11. Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?
12. Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
13. For now should I have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept; then had I been at rest,
14. With kings and counsellors of the earth, Who built up waste places for themselves;
15. Or with princes that had gold, Who filled their houses with silver: