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14 Cursed is the day in which I was born.
    Don’t let the day in which my mother bore me be blessed.
15 Cursed is the man who brought news to my father, saying,
    “A boy is born to you,” making him very glad.
16 Let that man be as the cities which Yahweh overthrew,
    and didn’t repent.
Let him hear a cry in the morning,
    and shouting at noontime;
17 because he didn’t kill me from the womb.
    So my mother would have been my grave,
    and her womb always great.
18 Why did I come out of the womb to see labor and sorrow,
    that my days should be consumed with shame?

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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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