I would have been as though I had not been; I would have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Why then have you 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 has he covered the darkness from my face.
Why did I not die from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
Or as a hidden untimely birth I would not have been; as infants which never saw light.
As a snail which melts, let every one of them pass away: like the untimely birth of a woman, that they may not see the sun.
Because he did not kill me from the womb; or that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb have been always large with me.