May its morning stars be darkened; may it hope for light but have none— may it never see the eyelids of dawn.
For it did not shut the doors of the womb on me, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
May those who curse, curse the day— those ready to awaken Leviathan.
Yet, when I hoped for good, evil came; when I waited for light, then darkness came.
“He sneezes out flashes of light; his eyes are like the eyelids of dawn.
A sword that reaches him has no effect— nor with a spear, dart, or javelin.
Give glory to Adonai your God, before it grows dark, and before your feet stumble on mountains at dusk. When you look for light, He turns it into the shadow of death, and turns it into deep darkness.
We hoped for shalom, but it is no good, for a time of healing —and suddenly, terror!”