Perish, the day wherein I was born, and the night it was said, Lo! a manchild!

That night, darkness take it, - May it not rejoice among the days of the year, Into the number of months, let it not enter.

Lo! that night, be it barren, Let no joyous shouting enter therein:

When there were thoughts, from visions of the night, - When deep sleep falleth upon men,

By day, they encounter darkness, and, as though it were night, they grope at high noon.

Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason of darkness!

Like a dream, shall he fly away, and they shall not find him, yea he shall be chased away, as a vision of the night.