Rotherham(i)
14 Accursed, be the day on which I was born,––The day when, my mother, bare me, let it not be blessed!
15 Accursed, be the man who carried tidings to my father, saying, There is born to thee a man–child!
16 Making him very glad: Yea let that, man be––as the cities which Yahweh overthrew, and repented not,––And let him hear, An outcry in the morning, and, A war–shout at broad noon!
17 Because I was not slain from the womb,––Nor did, my mother, become, my grave, Nor was her womb great for ever!
18 Wherefore, was, it––That, from the womb, I came forth, to see labour and pain; and, That, in shame, should, my days, be consumed!