3:6. Let a darksome whirlwind seize upon that night, let it not be counted in the days of the year, nor numbered in the months.
3:7. Let that night be solitary, and not worthy of praise.
3:8. Let them curse it who curse the day, who are ready to raise up a leviathan:
3:9. Let the stars be darkened with the mist thereof: let it expect light, and not see it, nor the rising of the dawning of the day:
3:10. Because it shut not up the doors of the womb that bore me, nor took away evils from my eyes.
3:11. Why did I not die in the womb? why did I not perish when I came out of the belly?
3:12. Why received upon the knees? why suckled at the breasts?
3:13. For now I should have been asleep and still, and should have rest in my sleep:
3:14. With kings and consuls of the earth, who build themselves solitudes:
3:15. Or with princes, that possess gold, and fill their houses with silver: