I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
As a snail which melteth, let every one of them pass away: Like the untimely birth of a woman, That they may not see the sun.
Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost When I came out of the belly?
Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
Are not my days few? Cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Because I was not cut off before the darkness, Neither hath he covered the darkness from my face.
because he slew me not from the womb; or that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb to be always great with me.
Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; As infants which never saw light.