13. Sing ye to the Lord, praise the Lord: because he hath delivered the soul of the poor out of the hand of the wicked.
14. Cursed be the day wherein I was borne: let not the day in which my mother bore me, be blessed.
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.
18. Why came I out of the womb, to see labour and sorrow, and that my days should be spent in confusion?