May the day I was born be cursed! May the day I was born to my mother not be blessed!May the man who brought my father the news be cursed! He’s the one who made my father very glad. He said,“ You have had a baby! It’s a boy!”May that man be like the towns the Lord destroyed without pity. May that man hear loud weeping in the morning. May he hear a battle cry at noon.He should have killed me in my mother’s body. He should have made my mother my grave. He should have let her body stay large forever.Why did I ever come out of my mother’s body? I’ve seen nothing but trouble and sorrow. My days will end in shame.
It didn’t keep my mother from letting me be born. It didn’t keep my eyes from seeing trouble.“ Why didn’t I die when I was born? Why didn’t I die as I came out of my mother’s body?
The Son of Man will go just as it is written about him. But how terrible it will be for the one who hands over the Son of Man! It would be better for him if he had not been born.”
My mother, I wish I had never been born! The whole land opposes me. They fight against me. I haven’t made loans to anyone. And I haven’t borrowed anything. But everyone curses me anyway.
