¹⁴ Cursed be the day
    on which I was born!
The day when my mother bore me,
    let it not be blessed!
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.
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,
¹⁷ because he did not kill me in the womb;
    so my mother would have been my grave,
    and her womb for ever great.
¹⁸ Why did I come forth from the womb
    to see toil and sorrow,
    and spend my days in shame?

⁵ For God alone my soul waits in silence,
    for my hope is from him.
⁶ He alone is my rock and my salvation,
    my fortress; I shall not be shaken.
⁷ On God rests my deliverance and my honour;
    my mighty rock, my refuge is in God.

⁸ Trust in him at all times, O people;
    pour out your heart before him;
    God is a refuge for us.Selah

⁹ Those of low estate are but a breath,
    those of high estate are a delusion;
in the balances they go up;
    they are together lighter than a breath.
¹⁰ Put no confidence in extortion,
    and set no vain hopes on robbery;
    if riches increase, do not set your heart on them.

¹¹ Once God has spoken;
    twice have I heard this:
that power belongs to God,
¹²     and steadfast love belongs to you, O Lord.
For you repay to all
    according to their work.