Cursed be the day wherein I was born: let not the day wherein my mother bare me be blessed.
Jeremiah 15:10
Woe is me, my mother, that you bore me, a man of strife and contention to the whole land! I have not lent, nor have I borrowed, yet all of them curse me.
Job 3:3-16
"Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night which said, ` man-child is conceived.'
Let that day be darkness! May God above not seek it, nor light shine upon it.
Let gloom and deep darkness claim it. Let clouds dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
That night--let thick darkness seize it! let it not rejoice among the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
Yea, let that night be barren; let no joyful cry be heard in it.
Let those curse it who curse the day, who are skilled to rouse up Levi'athan.
Let the stars of its dawn be dark; let it hope for light, but have none, nor see the eyelids of the morning;
because it did not shut the doors of my mother's womb, nor hide trouble from my eyes.
"Why did I not die at birth, come forth from the womb and expire?
Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breasts, that I should suck?
For then I should have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept; then I should have been at rest,
with kings and counselors of the earth who rebuilt ruins for themselves,
or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.
Or why was I not as a hidden untimely birth, as infants that never see the light?