That night -- let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Into the number of months let it not come.

Lo! that night -- let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it.

Turn aside do the paths of their way, They ascend into emptiness, and are lost.

Earth hath been given Into the hand of the wicked one. The face of its judges he covereth, If not -- where, who is he?

But if a man like myself -- I answer him, We come together into judgment.

At peace are the tents of spoilers, And those provoking God have confidence, He into whose hand God hath brought.

Also -- on this Thou hast opened Thine eyes, And dost bring me into judgment with Thee.

To them alone was the land given, And a stranger passed not over into their midst:

For he is sent into a net by his own feet, And on a snare he doth walk habitually.

Because of thy reverence Doth He reason with thee? He entereth with thee into judgment:

Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.

He hath ransomed my soul From going over into the pit, And my life on the light looketh.'

Into the hand of every man he sealeth, For the knowledge by all men of His work.

And enter doth the beast into covert, And in its habitations it doth continue.

In the hardening of dust into hardness, And clods cleave together?

The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.