1. After this hath Job opened his mouth, and revileth his day.
2. And Job answereth and saith: --
3. Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: `A man-child hath been conceived.'
4. That day--let it be darkness, Let not God require it from above, Nor let light shine upon it.
5. Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.
6. That night--let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Into the number of months let it not come.
7. Lo! that night--let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it.
8. Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.