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15 I curse the messenger who told my father,
    “Good news—you have a son!”
16 Let him be destroyed like the cities of old
    that the Lord overthrew without mercy.
Terrify him all day long with battle shouts,
17     because he did not kill me at birth.
Oh, that I had died in my mother’s womb,
    that her body had 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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