I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
“Why then did You bring me forth out of the womb? Oh, that I had died, and no eye had seen me!
Are not my days few? Stop then, and leave me alone that I may cheer up a little,
because I was not cut off from the presence of darkness, nor has He covered the darkness from my face.
“Why did I not die at birth? Why did I not expire when I came out of the womb?
Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn child, like infants who never saw light?
Let them be like a snail that melts as it goes, like the stillborn child of a woman, who never sees the sun.
because he did not kill me from the womb, so that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb be always pregnant.