14 Accursed, be the day on which I was born,The day when my mother bare me, let it not be blessed!
15 Accursed, be the man who carried tidings to my father saying, There is born to thee a man-child!
16 Making him very glad: Yea let that man beas the cities which Yahweh overthrew and repented not,And let him hear An outcry in the morning, and A war-shout at broad noon!
17 Because I was not slain from the womb,Nor did my mother become my grave, Nor was her womb great for ever!
18 Wherefore was itThat from the womb, I came forth, to see labour and pain; and That in shame should my days be consumed!