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)