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15 Curse the one who made my father glad
    by bringing him the news,
    “It's a boy! You have a son!”
16 May he be like those cities
    that the Lord destroyed without mercy.
May he hear cries of pain in the morning
    and the battle alarm at noon,
17     for not killing me before I was born.
Then my mother's womb would have been my grave.

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15 Cursed be the man who brought my father the news,
    who made him very glad, saying,
    “A child is born to you—a son!”
16 May that man be like the towns(A)
    the Lord overthrew without pity.
May he hear wailing(B) in the morning,
    a battle cry at noon.
17 For he did not kill me in the womb,(C)
    with my mother as my grave,
    her womb enlarged forever.

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