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

Let him take from off me his rod, and, his terror, let it not startle me:

Thy hand - from off me, take thou far away, and, thy terror, let it not startle me!

His sons, come to honour, and he knoweth it not, Or they are brought low, and he perceiveth it not of them.

The topaz of Ethiopia cannot compare with it, Against purest gold, can it not be weighed.