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Keep the morning star from shining;
    give that night no hope of dawn.
10 Curse that night for letting me be born,
    for exposing me to trouble and grief.

11 I wish I had died in my mother's womb
    or died the moment I was born.

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May its morning stars become dark;
    may it wait for daylight in vain
    and not see the first rays of dawn,(A)
10 for it did not shut the doors of the womb on me
    to hide trouble from my eyes.

11 “Why did I not perish at birth,
    and die as I came from the womb?(B)

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