¹⁴ Curse the day that I was born!
    Don’t bless the day my mother had me.
¹⁵ Curse the man who told my father the news that I was born.
    “It’s a boy!” he said.
    “You have a son.”
He made my father very happy
    when he told him the news.
¹⁶ Let that man be like the cities the Lord destroyed.^[a]
    He had no pity on them.
Let him hear shouts of war in the morning;
    let him hear battle cries at noontime,