Jeremiah

Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have neither lent on usury, nor men have lent to me on usury; yet every one of them doth curse me.

Therefore now, O Lord, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.

But he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree: and he requested for himself that he might die; and said, It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers.

After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.

Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.