8 Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to rouse Leviathan;
9 Let the stars of its twilight be dark; let it wait for light, and have none, neither let it see the eyelids of the dawn:
10 Because it shut not up the doors of the womb that bore me, and hid not trouble from mine eyes.
11 Wherefore did I not die from the womb, -- come forth from the belly and expire?
12 Why did the knees meet me? and wherefore the breasts, that I should suck?
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