Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, As infants that never saw light.
Let them be as a snail which melteth and passeth away, Like the untimely birth of a woman, that hath not seen the sun.
If a man beget a hundred children, and live many years, so that the days of his years are many, but his soul be not filled with good, and moreover he have no burial; I say, that an untimely birth is better than he:
and last of all, as to the child untimely born, he appeared to me also.
Or with princes that had gold, Who filled their houses with silver:
There the wicked cease from troubling; And there the weary are at rest.
I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Before your pots can feel the thorns, He will take them away with a whirlwind, the green and the burning alike.
yea, better than them both did I esteem him that hath not yet been, who hath not seen the evil work that is done under the sun.