7. Behold, let that night be barren; let no joyful sound come therein;
8. Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to rouse Leviathan;
9. Let the stars of its twilight be dark; let it wait for light, and have none, neither let it see the eyelids of the dawn:
10. Because it shut not up the doors of the womb that bore me, and hid not trouble from mine eyes.
11. Wherefore did I not die from the womb, --come forth from the belly and expire?
12. Why did the knees meet me? and wherefore the breasts, 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 build desolate places for themselves,