Let the day perish in which I was born, and the night which said, A man-child is conceived.
And Job spoke and said,
Let that day be darkness. Let not God look upon 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 not loaned, nor have men loaned to me; yet every one curses me.