Lift this curse from me!

I realize now that I was wrong, and if I could undo the damage I have caused, then I would wish it so! Why did you feel the need to teach me a lesson like this? There must have been a million other ways you could have rebuked me! You could have stricken me, confused my tongue, left me destitute! You could have cut me down in my prime! There are fates much worse than death, and I am living it! Would that I could die, sparing myself from another ounce of torment!

Why did you give me the power to turn things to gold upon a touch, then send my laughing daughter running into my outstretched arms?