Cursed be the day I was born! May that day not be blessed when my mother gave birth to me.Cursed be the man who made my father very glad when he brought him the news that a baby boy had been born to him!May that man be like the cities that the LORD destroyed without showing any mercy. May he hear a cry of distress in the morning and a battle cry at noon.For he did not kill me before I came from the womb, making my pregnant mother’s womb my grave forever.Why did I ever come forth from my mother’s womb? All I experience is trouble and grief, and I spend my days in shame.
because it did not shut the doors of my mother’s womb on me, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes!“ Why did I not die at birth, and why did I not expire as I came out of the womb?
The Son of Man will go as it is written about him, but woe to that man by whom the Son of Man is betrayed! It would be better for him if he had never been born.”
I said,“ Oh, mother, how I regret that you ever gave birth to me! I am always starting arguments and quarrels with the people of this land. I have not lent money to anyone and I have not borrowed from anyone. Yet all of these people are treating me with contempt.”
