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14 Cursed be the day wherein I was born; let not the day wherein my mother bore me be blessed.

15 Cursed be the man who brought tidings to my father, saying, “A manchild is born unto thee,” making him very glad.

16 And let that man be as the cities which the Lord overthrew, and repented not; and let him hear the cry in the morning and the shouting at noontide,

17 because he slew me not from the womb, or that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb to be always great with me.

18 Why came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?

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