because he did not kill me in the womb! Then my mother would have been my grave, her womb confining me forever.
Or why was I not buried away like a stillborn child, like babies that have never seen the light?
Should one have a hundred children and live many years, no matter to what great age, still if one has not the full benefit of those goods, I proclaim that the child born dead, even if left unburied, is more fortunate.
Woe to me, my mother, that you gave me birth! a man of strife and contention to all the land! I neither borrow nor lend, yet everyone curses me.