8. May those who curse, curse the day— those ready to awaken Leviathan.
9. May its morning stars be darkened; may it hope for light but have none— may it never see the eyelids of dawn.
10. For it did not shut the doors of the womb on me, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
11. Why did I not die at birth and expire as I exited the womb?
12. Why did the knees welcome me, and breasts that I might nurse?
13. For now I would be lying down and quiet; I would be asleep and at rest
14. with kings and counselors of the earth, who built for themselves places now desolate,
15. with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.
16. Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn, like infants who never saw light?
17. There the wicked cease from turmoil, and there the weary are at rest.
18. Prisoners are at ease together; they do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.
19. Small and great are there; and slave is free from his master.
20. Why is light given to one who suffers and life to the bitter of soul,