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Accursed, be the day on which I was born, - The day when my mother bare me, let it not be blessed!

Accursed, be the man who carried tidings to my father saying, There is born to thee a man-child!

Making him very glad: Yea let that man be - as the cities which Yahweh overthrew and repented not, - And let him hear An outcry in the morning, and A war-shout at broad noon!

Because I was not slain from the womb, - Nor did my mother become my grave, Nor was her womb great for ever!

Wherefore was it - That from the womb, I came forth, to see labour and pain; and That in shame should my days be consumed!