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 out of the womb? Oh, that I had perished and no eye had seen me!
Are not my days few? Cease! Leave me alone, that I may take a little comfort,
Because I was not cut off from the presence of darkness, And He did not hide deep darkness from my face.
“Why did I not die at birth? Why did I not perish when I came from the womb?
Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn child, Like infants who never saw light?
Let them be like a snail which melts away as it goes, Like a stillborn child of a woman, that they may not see the sun.
Because he did not kill me from the womb, That my mother might have been my grave, And her womb always enlarged with me.