Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.
And Job spoke, and said,
Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine on it.
Woe is me, my mother, that you have borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have neither lent on usury, nor men have lent to me on usury; yet every one of them does curse me.