¹⁵ Cursed be the man that brought the tidings to my father, saying: A man child is born to thee: and made him greatly rejoice.

¹⁶ Let that man be as the cities that the Lord hath overthrown, and hath not repented: let him hear a cry in the morning, and howling at noontide:

¹⁷ Who slew me not from the womb, that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb an everlasting conception.