Let the day perish on which I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a male child conceived.
And Job spoke, and said,
Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon 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 for interest, nor men have lent to me for interest; yet everyone of them does curse me.