14 Cursid be the dai where ynne Y was borun, the dai where ynne my modir childide me, be not blessid.15 Cursid be the man, that telde to my fadir, and seide, A knaue child is borun to thee, and made hym glad as with ioye.16 Thilke man be as the citees ben, whiche the Lord distriede, and it repentide not hym;17 he that killide not me fro the wombe, here cry eerli, and yellynge in the tyme of myddai; that my modir were a sepulcre to me, and hir wombe were euerlastinge conseyuyng.18 Whi yede Y out of the wombe, that Y schulde se trauel and sorewe, and that mi daies schulen be waastid in schenschipe?