14 *Curse the day I was born!

Forget the day my mother gave me birth!

15 Curse the one who made my father glad

by bringing him the news,

"It's a boy! You have a son!"

16 May he be like those cities

that the Lord destroyed without mercy.

May he hear cries of pain in the morning

and the battle alarm at noon,

17 for not killing me before I was born.

Then my mother's womb would have been my grave.

18 Why was I born?

Was it only to have trouble and sorrow,

to end my life in disgrace?