Let the day perish in which I was born, and the night which said, A man-child is conceived.
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.
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.