Sing to the Lord; praise the Lord! For he has delivered the life of the needy from the hands of evildoers.
Cursed be the day on which I was born! The day when my mother bore me, let it not be blessed!
Cursed be the man who brought the news to my father, saying, "A child is born to you, a son," making him very glad.
Let that man be like the cities that the Lord overthrew without pity; let him hear a cry in the morning and an alarm at noon,
because he did not kill me in the womb; so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb forever great.
Why did I come forth from the womb to see toil and sorrow, and spend my days in shame?