Cursed be the day I was born! May that day not be blessed when my mother gave birth to me. ¹ 

For he did not kill me before I came from the womb, making my pregnant mother’s womb my grave forever. ¹ 

I said, ¹  “Oh, mother, how I regret ²  that you ever gave birth to me! I am always starting arguments and quarrels with the people of this land. ³  I have not lent money to anyone and I have not borrowed from anyone. Yet all of these people are treating me with contempt.” ⁴