3 “Perish the day on which I was to be born,
and the night that said ‘A man is conceived’!
4 Be that day darkness;
let God not concern himself with it from above
and no brightness beam into it.
5 Let darkness and gloom claim it,
let clouds settle over it,
let eclipses overwhelm it.
let it not form part of the days of the year
nor come into the count of the months.
7 O be that night bleak and bare,
let no jubilation come into it;
8 Let day-cursers lay a curse on it,
those who are ready to rouse Leviathan.
9 Let its twilight-stars be dark,
let it hope for light and there be none,
and let it not descry the eyelashes of the dawn,
12 How came it that knees welcomed me,
and breasts for me to suck?
13 For now I should be lying down quiet,
asleep and so at rest,
14 With kings and statesmen of earth
who built for themselves sites that lie waste
15 Or with generals who owned gold,
who filled their houses with silver,
16 Or like an abortion tucked underground I should not exist,
like infants that had never seen light.
17 There wicked men forbear to rage,
and there exhausted men rest,
18 Prisoners are at ease together,
hear no overseer’s voice.
19 Small and great are there,
and a slave is free from his owner.
20 Why give light to a tormented man,
and life to men of aching hearts,
21 Who wait for death and it is not there,
and hunt more industriously for it than for buried treasure,
22 Who are gleefully glad at it,
overjoyed when they find a grave?
23 To a man whose road is curtained off
and God has fenced him in?
and what I have quailed at the thought of comes true for me.
26 I have had no comfort, no quiet time,
no rest, and a spasm comes.”