14 Cursed be the day I was born!

May the day my mother bore me never be blessed.

15 Cursed be the man who brought my father the news,

saying, "A son is born to you,"

bringing him great joy.

16 May that man be like the cities

that the LORD overthrew without compassion.

May he hear an outcry in the morning

and a battle cry at noon,

17 because he did not kill me in the womb

so that my mother might have been my grave,

and her womb forever enlarged.

18 Why did I come out of the womb

to see only trouble and sorrow,

and to end my days in shame?