Cursed is the day in which I was born. Don’t let the day in which my mother bore me be blessed.Cursed is the man who brought news to my father, saying,“ A boy is born to you,” making him very glad.Let that man be as the cities which Yahweh overthrew, and didn’t repent. Let him hear a cry in the morning, and shouting at noontime;because he didn’t kill me from the womb. So my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.Why did I come out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
because it didn’t shut up the doors of my mother’s womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.“ Why didn’t I die from the womb? Why didn’t I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
The Son of Man goes, even as it is written of him, but woe to that man through whom the Son of Man is betrayed! It would be better 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 not lent, neither have men lent to me; yet every one of them curses me.
