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15 Curse the man who showed my father, saying, “A male child is born to you,” and comforted him.

16 And let that man be as the cities which the LORD has overturned without relent. And let him hear the cry in the morning and the shouting at noon,

17 because he did not kill me in the womb, so that my mother might have been my grave, or her womb a perpetual conception.

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