8 Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
9 Let the stars of its twilight be dark; let it look for light, but [have] none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
10 Because it prevented not my birth, nor hid sorrow from my eyes.
11 Why died I not from the womb? [why] did I [not] expire at the time of my birth?
12 Why did the knees receive me? or why the breasts that I should be nursed?
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