Let that day be darkness. Do not let God from above seek for it, neither let the light shine on it.

Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. Let a cloud dwell on it. Let all that makes black the day terrify it.

As for that night, let thick darkness seize on it. Let it not rejoice among the days of the year. Let it not come into the number of the months.

Let the stars of its twilight be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, neither let it see the eyelids of the morning,

then let me sow, and let another eat. Yes, let the produce of my field be rooted out.