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 Jehovah overthrew, and repented not: and let him hear a cry in the morning, and shouting at noontime;because he slew me not from the womb; and so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
Because it shut not up the doors of my mother’s womb, Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?
The Son of man goeth, even as it is written of him: but woe unto that man through whom the Son of man is betrayed! good were it 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 not lent, neither have men lent to me; yet every one of them doth curse me.
