Cursed be the day I was born!1 May the day my mother bore me not be blessed!
Cursed be the man who brought my father the news, who made him very glad, saying, "A child is born to you--a son!"
May that man be like the towns2 the LORD overthrew without pity. May he hear wailing3 in the morning, a battle cry at noon.
For he did not kill me in the womb,4 with my mother as my grave, her womb enlarged forever.
Why did I ever come out of the womb5 to see trouble6 and sorrow and to end my days in shame?7