16 May that man be like the towns
    the Lord overthrew without pity.
May he hear wailing in the morning,
    a battle cry at noon.
17 For he did not kill me in the womb,
    with my mother as my grave,
    her womb enlarged for ever.
18 Why did I ever come out of the womb
    to see trouble and sorrow
    and to end my days in shame?

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