Jeremiah 20:15-18

Curse the man who told my father the news that I was born. “It’s a boy!” he said. “You have a son.” He made my father very happy when he told him the news. Let that man be like the cities the LORD destroyed. He had no pity on them. Let him hear shouts of war in the morning; let him hear battle cries at noontime, because he did not kill me while I was in my mother’s womb. If he had killed me then, my mother would have been my grave, and I would not have been born. Why did I have to come out of her body? All I have seen is trouble and sorrow, and my life will end in shame.