³ “May the day of my birth perish,
    and the night that said, ‘A boy is conceived!’^(A)

¹⁴ Cursed be the day I was born!^(A)
    May the day my mother bore me not be blessed!
¹⁵ Cursed be the man who brought my father the news,
    who made him very glad, saying,
    “A child is born to you—a son!”
¹⁶ May that man be like the towns^(B)
    the Lord overthrew without pity.
May he hear wailing^(C) in the morning,
    a battle cry at noon.
¹⁷ For he did not kill me in the womb,^(D)
    with my mother as my grave,
    her womb enlarged forever.
¹⁸ Why did I ever come out of the womb^(E)
    to see trouble^(F) and sorrow
    and to end my days in shame?^(G)

¹⁰ Alas, my mother, that you gave me birth,^(A)
    a man with whom the whole land strives and contends!^(B)
I have neither lent^(C) nor borrowed,
    yet everyone curses^(D) me.

¹⁸ “Why then did you bring me out of the womb?^(A)
    I wish I had died before any eye saw me.^(B)
19 If only I had never come into being,
    or had been carried straight from the womb to the grave!^(C)