14 Cursed be the day when I was born: let not the day when my mother bore me be blessed.

15 Cursed be the man who brought tidings to my father, saying, A son is born to 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 noon;

17 Because he slew me not in the womb; or that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb to be always great with me.

18 Why was I brought out of the womb to see labour and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?