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.