13 Sing to the Lord,praise the Lord,For he has rescued the life of the poorfrom the power of the evildoers!
14 Cursed be the dayon which I was born!May the day my mother gave me birthnever be blessed!
15 Cursed be the one who brought the newsto my father,“A child, a son, has been born to you!”filling him with great joy.
16 Let that man be like the citieswhich the Lord relentlessly overthrew;Let him hear war cries in the morning,battle alarms at noonday,
17 because he did not kill me in the womb!Then my mother would have been my grave,her womb confining me forever.
18 Why did I come forth from the womb,to see sorrow and pain,to end my days in shame?