Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said: A man-child is conceived.
Woe is me, my mother! Why hast thou borne me, a man of strife, a man of contention to all the earth? I have not lent on usury, neither hath any man lent to me on usury: yet all curse me.
And he said:
Let that day be turned into darkness: let not God regard it from above: and let not the light shine upon it.