13 Sing to Yahweh, praise Yahweh; for he has delivered the soul of the needy from the hand of evildoers.
14 Cursed is the day in which I was born. Don’t let the day in which my mother bore me be blessed.
15 Cursed is the man who brought news to my father, saying, “A boy is born to you,” making him very glad.
16 Let that man be as the cities which Yahweh overthrew, and didn’t repent. Let him hear a cry in the morning, and shouting at noontime;
17 because he didn’t kill me from the womb; and so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.
18 Why did I come out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?