7. Look, let that night be silent! Let no singing come into it!
8. Let those curse it who curse the day, who are ready to stir up Liwiathan.
9. Let the stars of its twilight be dark. Let it wait for light, but have none. And let it not see the eyelashes of the dawn.
10. For it did not shut up the doors of my mother’s womb, nor hide trouble from my eyes.
11. Why did I not die from the womb, come forth from the belly and expire?
12. Why were there knees to receive me? Or breasts for me to suck?
13. For now I would have been lying in peace. I would have slept – then I would have been at rest,
14. with sovereigns and counsellors of the earth, who built ruins for themselves,
15. or with rulers who had gold, who filled their houses with silver,
16. or as a hidden untimely birth, as infants who never saw light?
17. There the wrong cease raging, and there the weary are at rest,
18. the prisoners rest together, they do not hear the voice of the oppressor.
19. The small and great are there, and the servant is free from his master.
20. Why does He give light to the sufferer, and life to the bitter of being,