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14 (A)Curse the day I was born!
Forget the day my mother gave me birth!
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,

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14 Cursed be the day I was born!(A)
    May the day my mother bore me not be blessed!
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(B)
    the Lord overthrew without pity.
May he hear wailing(C) in the morning,
    a battle cry at noon.

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