Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: `A man-child hath been conceived.'
And Job answereth and saith: --
That day -- let it be darkness, Let not God require it from above, Nor let light shine upon it.
Wo to me, my mother, For thou hast borne me a man of strife, And a man of contention to all the land, I have not lent on usury, Nor have they lent on usury to me -- All of them are reviling me.