8. May those who curse the day curse it,those with enough skill to awaken Leviathan.
9. May its evening stars stay dark;may it wait in vain for light;may it not see dawn’s gleam,
10. because it didn’t close the doors of my mother’s womb,didn’t hide trouble from my eyes.
11. Why didn’t I die at birth,come forth from the womb and die?
12. Why did knees receive meand breasts let me nurse?
13. For now I would be lying down quietly;I’d sleep; rest would be mine
14. with kings and earth’s advisors,who rebuild ruins for themselves,
15. or with princes who have gold,who fill their houses with silver.
16. Or why wasn’t I like a buried miscarried infant,like babies who never see light?
17. There the wicked rage no more;there the weak rest.
18. Prisoners are entirely at ease;they don’t hear a boss’s voice.
19. Both small and great are there;a servant is free from his masters.
20. Why is light given to the hard worker,life to those bitter of soul,
21. those waiting in vain for death,who search for it more than for treasure,