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

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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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