I should 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 from the womb? Oh that I had given up the spirit, 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; yea, He covered the darkness from my face.
Why did I not die from the womb, come from the womb and expire?
or as a hidden untimely birth I would not have been, like infants who did not see light.
Let them be as a snail goes into melting; as a miscarriage of a woman, they do 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 to be always great with me.