14 Let there be a curse on the day I was born;let there be no blessing on the day when my mother gave birth to me.
15 Let there be a curse on the manwho brought my father the news:“You have a son!”This made my father very glad.
16 Let that man be like the townsthe Lord destroyed without pity.Let him hear loud crying in the morningand battle cries at noon,
17 because he did not kill me before I was born.Then my mother would have been my grave;she would have stayed pregnant forever.
18 Why did I have to come out of my mother’s body?All I have known is trouble and sorrow,and my life will end in shame.