Jeremiah 20:15-18

Curse the one who made my father glad by bringing him the news, “It's a boy! You have a son!” May he be like those cities that the LORD destroyed without mercy. May he hear cries of pain in the morning and the battle alarm at noon, because he didn't kill me before I was born. Then my mother's womb would have been my grave. Why was I born? Was it only to have trouble and sorrow, to end my life in disgrace?