Because it shut not up the doors of my mother’s womb, Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.
because he slew me not from the womb; and so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.
Therefore remove sorrow from thy heart, and put away evil from thy flesh; for youth and the dawn of life are vanity.
Even to-day is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
but unto Hannah he gave a double portion; for he loved Hannah, but Jehovah had shut up her womb.
And Jehovah saw that Leah was hated, and he opened her womb: but Rachel was barren.
For Jehovah had fast closed up all the wombs of the house of Abimelech, because of Sarah, Abraham’s wife.
Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark: Let it look for light, but have none; Neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning:
Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?