or as a hidden miscarriage, I would not have been, like infants who never saw light.
I would have been as though I had never been, carried from the womb to the grave.
or with chiefs; they had gold, they filled their houses with silver;
There the wicked ones cease from turmoil, and there the weary of strength are at rest;
As a snail goes into melting, a miscarriage of a woman, they do not see the sun.
Before your pots can discern the thorns, whether green or glowing, He shall storm it away.
Yea, better than both of them is that one who has not yet been, who has not seen the evil work that is done under the sun.
If a man fathers a hundred, and lives many years, and the days of his years are many, and his soul is not satisfied from the good, and also there is no burial for him; I say, a miscarriage is better than he.
and last of all, even as if to an untimely birth He also appeared to me.