Cursed be the day when I was born; May the day when my mother gave birth to me not be blessed!Cursed be the man who brought the news To my father, saying,“ A boy has been born to you!” And made him very happy.But may that man be like the cities Which the Lord overthrew without relenting, And may he hear an outcry in the morning And an alarm for war at noon;Because he did not kill me before birth, So that my mother would have been my grave, And her womb forever pregnant.Why did I ever come out of the womb To look at trouble and sorrow, So that my days have been spent in shame?
Because it did not shut the opening of my mother’s womb, Or hide trouble from my eyes.“ Why did I not die at birth, Come out of the womb and pass away?
The Son of Man is going away just as it is written about Him; but woe to that man by whom the Son of Man is betrayed! It would have been good for that man if he had not been born.”
Woe to me, my mother, that you have given birth to me As a man of strife and a man of contention to all the land! I have not lent, nor have people lent money to me, Yet everyone curses me.
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