15 Curse the one who made my father gladby bringing him the news,“It's a boy! You have a son!”
16 May he be like those citiesthat the Lord destroyed without mercy.May he hear cries of pain in the morningand the battle alarm at noon,
17 for not killing me before I was born.Then my mother's womb would have been my grave.
18 Why was I born?Was it only to have trouble and sorrow,to end my life in disgrace?