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15 Cursed be the one who brought the news
    to my father,
“A child, a son, has been born to you!”
    filling him with great joy.
16 Let that man be like the cities
    which the Lord relentlessly overthrew;
Let him hear war cries in the morning,
    battle alarms at noonday,(A)
17     because he did not kill me in the womb!
Then my mother would have been my grave,
    her womb confining me forever.(B)

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