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16 Let that man be like the cities
    which the Lord relentlessly overthrew;
Let him hear war cries in the morning,
    battle alarms at noonday,(A)
17     because he did not kill me in the womb!
Then my mother would have been my grave,
    her womb confining me forever.(B)
18 Why did I come forth from the womb,
    to see sorrow and pain,
    to end my days in shame?(C)

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