Cursed be the day in which I was born! Let the day not be blessed in which my mother bore me!Let the man be cursed Who brought news to my father, saying,“ A male child has been born to you!” Making him very glad.And let that man be like the cities Which the Lord overthrew, and did not relent; Let him hear the cry in the morning And the shouting at noon,Because he did not kill me from the womb, That my mother might have been my grave, And her womb always enlarged with me.Why did I come forth from the womb to see labor and sorrow, That my days should be consumed with shame?
Because it did not shut up the doors of my mother’s womb, Nor hide sorrow from my eyes.“ Why did I not die at birth? Why did I not perish when I came from the womb?
The Son of Man indeed goes just as it is written of Him, but woe to that man by whom the Son of Man is betrayed! It would have been good for that man if he had not been born.”
Woe is me, my mother, That you have borne me, A man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have neither lent for interest, Nor have men lent to me for interest. Every one of them curses me.
