Cursed[ be] the day wherein I was born: let not the day wherein my mother bare me be blessed.Cursed[ be] the man who brought tidings to my father, saying, A man child is born unto thee; making him very glad.And let that man be as the cities which the LORD overthrew, and repented not: and let him hear the cry in the morning, and the shouting at noontide;Because he slew me not from the womb; or that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb[ to be] always great[ with me].Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labour and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
Because it shut not up the doors of my[ mother’s] womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.Why died I not from the womb?[ why] did I[ not] give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
The Son of man goeth as it is written of him: but woe unto that man by whom the Son of man is betrayed! it had been good for that man if he had not been born.
Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have neither lent on usury, nor men have lent to me on usury;[ yet] every one of them doth curse me.
