*Let the day perish in which I was born, the night which said, 'There is a boy conceived.'
Iyov answered:
Let that day be darkness. Don't let God from above seek for it, 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 not lent, neither have men lent to me; [yet] everyone of them does curse me.