³ “May the day of my birth perish,
    and the night that said, ‘A boy is conceived!’^(A)

⁴ That day—may it turn to darkness;
    may God above not care about it;
    may no light shine on it.

⁵ They set the tables,
    they spread the rugs,
    they eat, they drink!^(A)
Get up, you officers,
    oil the shields!^(B)