And she rose up in the middle of the night and took my son from beside me and laid it in her bosom; and your handmaid was sleeping. And she laid her son that died in my bosom.
Let darkness and the shadow of death seize upon it. Let a cloud dwell on it; let darkness of day terrify it! Let it not be joined to the days of the year. Let it not come into the number of the months.
As often as it passes, it shall take you; for it shall pass in the morning, in the morning, in the day and in the night, it shall only be a terror to understand the message.