13 Sing unto the Lord, praise ye the Lord; for he has delivered the soul of the poor from the hand of evildoers.
14 Cursed be the day in which I was born; do not let the day in which my mother bore me be blessed.
15 Cursed be the man who brought tidings to my father, saying, A man child is born unto thee; making him very glad.
16 And let that man be as the cities which the Lord overthrew and did not repent; and let him hear the cry in the morning and the shouting at noontide
17 because he did not slay me in the womb, and my mother would have been my grave, and her womb perpetual conception.
18 Why did I come forth out of the womb? To see labour and sorrow that my days should be consumed with shame?