14 Cursed be the day wherein I was born:

Let not the day wherein my mother bare me be blessed.

15 Cursed be the man who brought tidings to my father, saying,

A man child is born unto thee;

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 Wherefore came I forth out of the womb

To see labour and sorrow,

That my days should be consumed with shame?