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16 May that man be like the cities that
    the Lord overthrew without compassion.
Let him hear a cry in the morning,
    and a battle cry at noon,
17 because he didn’t kill me in the womb,
    so that my mother would have been my grave
        and her womb forever pregnant.
18 Why did I ever come out of the womb
    to see trouble and sorrow,
        and to finish my life living in shame?

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