12 And, O Jehovah of Hosts, trier of the righteous, Beholder of reins and heart, I do see Thy vengeance out of them, For unto Thee I have revealed my cause.
13 Sing ye to Jehovah, praise Jehovah, For He hath delivered the soul of the needy From the hand of evil doers.
14 Cursed [is] the day in which I was born, The day that my mother bare me, Let it not be blessed!
15 Cursed [is] the man who bore tidings [to] my father, saying, `Born to thee hath been a child--a male,' Making him very glad!
16 Then hath that man been as the cities, That Jehovah overthrew, and repented not, And he hath heard a cry at morning, And a shout at time of noon.
17 Because he hath not put me to death from the womb, And my mother is to me--my grave, And her womb a pregnancy age-during.
18 Why [is] this? from the womb I have come out, To see labour and sorrow, Yea, consumed in shame are my days!