Webster(i)
3 Let the day perish in which I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a mail child conceived.
4 Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
5 Let darkness and the shades of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
6 As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined to the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
7 Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.
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?
13 For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
14 With kings and counselors of the earth, who built desolate places for themselves;
15 Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
16 Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.