14 Cursed be the day wherein I was borne: let not the day in which my mother bore me, be blessed. 15 Cursed be the man that brought the tidings to my father, saying: A man child is born to thee: and made him greatly rejoice. 16 Let that man be as the cities that the Lord hath overthrown, and hath not repented: let him hear a cry in the morning, and howling at noontide: 17 Who slew me not from the womb, that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb an everlasting conception. 18 Why came I out of the womb, to see labour and sorrow, and that my days should be spent in confusion?