“May the day perish on which I was born, And the night in which it was said, ‘A male 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 neither lent for interest, Nor have men lent to me for interest. Every one of them curses me.
And Job spoke, and said:
May that day be darkness; May God above not seek it, Nor the light shine upon it.