My mother, I wish I had never been born! The whole land opposes me. They fight against me. I haven’t made loans to anyone. And I haven’t borrowed anything. But everyone curses me anyway.
“ May the day I was born be wiped out. May the night be wiped away when people said,‘ A boy is born!’May that day turn into darkness. May God in heaven not care about it. May no light shine on it.May gloom and total darkness take it back. May a cloud settle over it. May blackness cover it up.May deep darkness take over the night I was born. May it not be included among the days of the year. May it never appear in any of the months.May no children ever have been born on that night. May no shout of joy be heard in it.May people say evil things about that day. May people ready to wake the sea monster Leviathan say evil things about that day.May its morning stars become dark. May it lose all hope of ever seeing daylight. May it not see the first light of the morning sun.It didn’t keep my mother from letting me be born. It didn’t keep my eyes from seeing trouble.“ Why didn’t I die when I was born? Why didn’t I die as I came out of my mother’s body?Why was I placed on her knees? Why did her breasts give me milk?If all of that hadn’t happened, I would be lying down in peace. I’d be asleep and at rest in the grave.I’d be with the earth’s kings and rulers. They had built for themselves places that are now destroyed.I’d be with princes who used to have gold. They had filled their houses with silver.Why wasn’t I buried like a baby who was born dead? Why wasn’t I buried like a child who never saw the light of day?
