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Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.
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Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
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Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
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As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
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Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.
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Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
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Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
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Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
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Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
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Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
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For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
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With kings and counsellors of the earth, which built desolate places for themselves;
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Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
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Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
