Coverdale(i)
14 Cursed be the daye, wherein I was borne: vnhappie be ye daye, where in my mother brought me forth.
15 Cursed be the man, that brought my father the tidinges, to make him glad, sayenge: thou hast gotten a sonne.
16 Let it happen vnto that man, as to the cities which ye LORDE turned vpside downe (when he had longe herde the wicked rumoure of them)
17 because he slewe me not, as soone as I came out off my mothers wombe, and because my mother was not my graue hirselff, that the byrth might not haue come out, but remayned still in her.
18 Wherfore came I forth off my mothers wombe? To haue experience of laboure and sorowe? and to lede my life with shame?