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Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: `A man-child hath been conceived.'

That day -- let it be darkness, Let not God require it from above, Nor let light shine upon it.

Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.

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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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