Or why was I not hidden away in the ground like a stillborn child, like an infant who never saw the light of day?
If only I had never come into being, or had been carried straight from the womb to the grave!
with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.
There the wicked cease from turmoil, and there the weary are at rest.
May they be like a slug that melts away as it moves along, like a stillborn child that never sees the sun.
Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns— whether they be green or dry—the wicked will be swept away.
But better than both is the one who has never been born, who has not seen the evil that is done under the sun.
A man may have a hundred children and live many years; yet no matter how long he lives, if he cannot enjoy his prosperity and does not receive proper burial, I say that a stillborn child is better off than he.
and last of all he appeared to me also, as to one abnormally born.