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‘Forget the day of my birth.
    Forget the night when a son was born to my parents.
That day should be completely dark,
    with no light to shine on it!
God in heaven above should not even think about it.
That day should remain in a dark shadow.
    Clouds should cover it so that everywhere is black.

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“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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