Let the day perish in which I was born, and the night which said, A man-child has been conceived.
And Job answered and said:
Let that day be darkness! Let not God look on it from above, and not let the light shine on it.
Woe to me, my mother, that you have borne me, a man of strife, and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have not loaned, and not have they loaned to me; yet everyone curses me.