14 Cursed be the day

on which I was born!

The day when my mother bore me,

let it not be blessed!

15 Cursed be the man

who brought the news to my father,

“A son is born to you,”

making him very glad.

16 Let that man be like the cities

which the Lord overthrew without pity;

let him hear a cry in the morning

and an alarm at noon,

17 because he did not kill me in the womb;

so my mother would have been my grave,

and her womb for ever great.

18 Why did I come forth from the womb

to see toil and sorrow,

and spend my days in shame?