13 Sing to the Lord,praise the Lord.For He has delivered the soul of the poorfrom the hand of evildoers.
14 Cursed be the day in which I was born.Let not the day be blessed in which my mother bore me.
15 Cursed be the man who brought tidings to my father,saying, “A baby boy has been born to you!”and made him very glad.
16 Let that man be as the citieswhich the Lord overthrew and did not relent,and let him hear the cry in the morningand the shout of alarm at noon,
17 because he did not kill me from the womb,so that my mother might have been my grave,and her womb be always pregnant.
18 Why did I come forth from the wombto see trouble and sorrow,so that my days are spent in shame?