²¹ “Mountains of Gilboa,^(A)
    may you have neither dew^(B) nor rain,^(C)
    may no showers fall on your terraced fields.^[a](D)
For there the shield of the mighty was despised,
    the shield of Saul—no longer rubbed with oil.^(E)

⁵ They set the tables,
    they spread the rugs,
    they eat, they drink!^(A)
Get up, you officers,
    oil the shields!^(B)

¹⁴ Who knows? He may turn^(A) and relent^(B)
    and leave behind a blessing^(C)—
grain offerings and drink offerings^(D)
    for the Lord your God.

⁹ Grain offerings and drink offerings^(A)
    are cut off from the house of the Lord.
The priests are in mourning,^(B)
    those who minister before the Lord.

¹⁴ Cursed be the day I was born!^(A)
    May the day my mother bore me not be blessed!
¹⁵ Cursed be the man who brought my father the news,
    who made him very glad, saying,
    “A child is born to you—a son!”
¹⁶ May that man be like the towns^(B)
    the Lord overthrew without pity.
May he hear wailing^(C) in the morning,
    a battle cry at noon.

⁶ I will make it a wasteland,^(A)
    neither pruned nor cultivated,
    and briers and thorns^(B) will grow there.
I will command the clouds
    not to rain^(C) on it.”