Jeremiah 20:15-18

Put a curse on the man who told my father, “Good news! You have a son.” May that man be like the towns you destroyed without pity. Let him hear shouts of alarm in the morning and battle cries at midday. He deserves to die for not killing me before I was born. Then my mother's body would have been my grave. Why did I have to be born? Was it just to suffer and die in shame?