13 Sing to the Lord!Praise the Lord,for He rescues the life of the needyfrom the hand of evil people.
14 May the day I was bornbe cursed. May the day my mother bore menever be blessed.
15 May the man be cursedwho brought the news to my father, saying,“A male child is born to you,”bringing him great joy.
16 Let that man be like the citiesthe Lord demolished without compassion. Let him hear an outcry in the morning and a war cry at noontime
17 because he didn’t kill me in the womb so that my mother might have been my grave,her womb eternally pregnant.
18 Why did I come out of the wombto see only struggle and sorrow, to end my life in shame?