8 Let them curse it who curse the day, Who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
9 Let the stars of the twilight of it be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, Neither let it see the eyelids of the morning,
10 Because it didn`t shut up the doors of my mother`s womb, Nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
11 "Why didn`t I die from the womb? Why didn`t I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
12 Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
13 For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,
14 With kings and counselors of the earth, Who built up waste places for themselves;
