That day -- let it be darkness, Let not God require it from above, Nor let light shine upon it.

Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.

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.

Let the stars of its twilight be dark, Let it wait for light, and there is none, And let it not look on the eyelids of the dawn.

Let me sow -- and another eat, And my products let be rooted out.

Grind to another let my wife, And over her let others bend.

Judgment let us choose for ourselves, Let us know among ourselves what is good.