Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: 'A man-child hath been conceived.'

Pray, call, is there any to answer thee? And unto which of the holy ones dost thou turn?

Which the wise declare -- And have not hid -- from their fathers.

Who doth declare to his face his way? And for that which he hath done, Who doth give recompence to him?

I shew you by the hand of God, That which is with the Mighty I hide not.

Besides that which I see, shew Thou me, If iniquity I have done -- I do not add?'

Which clouds do drop, They distil on man abundantly.