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14 Cursed be the day in which I was born.
    Let not the day be blessed in which my mother bore me.
15 Cursed be the man who brought tidings to my father,
    saying, “A baby boy has been born to you!”
    and made him very glad.
16 Let that man be as the cities
    which the Lord overthrew and did not relent,
and let him hear the cry in the morning
    and the shout of alarm at noon,
17 because he did not kill me from the womb,
    so that my mother might have been my grave,
    and her womb be always pregnant.
18 Why did I come forth from the womb
    to see trouble and sorrow,
    so that my days are spent in shame?

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