Kinfolk utter countless curses. Loved ones become enemies, weeping and causing distress.

This couplet paints a poignant picture of profound distress. It speaks of a time when countless curses are not just whispered, but openly uttered by one's own kinsfolk, those who should offer support. Even more heart-wrenching, dear ones, people we hold close, turn into adversaries. They weep, perhaps out of their own sorrow or resentment, and cause immense trouble and confusion. It highlights the deep pain of betrayal and misfortune when those closest to you become your greatest source of suffering, rather than comfort.