May the stars of its morning be dark; May it look for light, but have none, And not see the dawning of the day;
His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Give glory to the Lord your God Before He causes darkness, And before your feet stumble On the dark mountains, And while you are looking for light, He turns it into the shadow of death And makes it dense darkness.
“We looked for peace, but no good came; And for a time of health, and there was trouble!
But when I looked for good, evil came to me; And when I waited for light, then came darkness.
May those curse it who curse the day, Those who are ready to arouse Leviathan.
Because it did not shut up the doors of my mother’s womb, Nor hide sorrow from my eyes.
No one is so fierce that he would dare stir him up. Who then is able to stand against Me?