“May the day of my birth perish,
    and the night that said, ‘A boy is conceived!’(A)
That day—may it turn to darkness;
    may God above not care about it;
    may no light shine on it.
May gloom and utter darkness(B) claim it once more;
    may a cloud settle over it;
    may blackness overwhelm it.

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Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.

Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.

Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.

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