But, Yahweh of Hosts, who tests the righteous, who sees the heart and the mind, let me see your vengeance on them; for to you have I revealed my cause.
Sing to Yahweh, praise you Yahweh; for he has delivered the soul of the needy from the hand of evil-doers.
Cursed be the day in which I was born: don't let the day in which my mother bore me be blessed.
Cursed be the man who brought news to my father, saying, A man-child is born to you; making him very glad.
Let that man be as the cities which Yahweh overthrew, and didn't repent: and let him hear a cry in the morning, and shouting at noontime;
because he didn't kill me from the womb; and so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.
Why came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?