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14 Yet I curse the day I was born!
    May no one celebrate the day of my birth.
15 I curse the messenger who told my father,
    “Good news—you have a son!”
16 Let him be destroyed like the cities of old
    that the Lord overthrew without mercy.
Terrify him all day long with battle shouts,
17     because he did not kill me at birth.
Oh, that I had died in my mother’s womb,
    that her body had been my grave!
18 Why was I ever born?
    My entire life has been filled
    with trouble, sorrow, and shame.

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Jeremiah Curses the Day of His Birth

14 Let the day on which I was born be cursed.
    Don’t let the day on which my mother gave birth to me be blessed.
15 Cursed is the person who brought
    the good news to my father,
“A baby boy has been born to you,”
    making him very happy.
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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