I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.
Behold they shall speak with their mouth, and a sword is in their lips: for who, say they, hath heard us?
Why did I not die in the womb? Why did I not perish when I came out of the belly?
Why didst thou bring me forth out of the womb? O that I had been consumed that eye might not see me!
Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? Suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little,
For I have not perished because of the darkness that hangs over me: neither hath the mist covered my face.
Who slew me not from the womb that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb an everlasting conception.
Or as a hidden untimely birth, I should not be, or as they that being conceived have not seen the light.