14 Cursed be the day on which I was born: let not the day on which my mother bore me be blessed.15 Cursed be the man who brought tidings to my father, saying, A male child is born unto you; making him very glad.16 And let that man be as the cities which the LORD overthrew, and repented not: and let him hear the cry in the morning, and the shouting at noontide;17 Because he slew me not from the womb; or that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb to be always great with me.18 Why came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?