⁸ May those curse it who curse the day,
Those ^(A)who are ready to arouse Leviathan.

¹⁶ Or why was I not hidden ^(A)like a stillborn child,
Like infants who never saw light?

^10 (A)Woe is me, my mother,
That you have borne me,
A man of strife and a man of contention to the whole ^[a]earth!
I have neither lent for interest,
Nor have men lent to me for interest.
Every one of them curses me.