¹⁴ Cursed be the day
    on which I was born!
The day when my mother bore me,
    let it not be blessed!^(A)
15 Cursed be the man
    who brought the news to my father, saying,
“A child is born to you, a son,”
    making him very glad.^(B)
16 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,^(C)
17 because he did not kill me in the womb;
    so my mother would have been my grave
    and her womb forever pregnant.^(D)
18 Why did I come forth from the womb
    to see toil and sorrow
    and spend my days in shame?^(E)

“For your sake we are being killed all day long;
    we are accounted as sheep to be slaughtered.”^(A)