So why have You brought me forth from the womb? Oh, that I had perished and no eye had seen me!
“Indeed, the Son of Aḏ
Woe to me, my mother, that you have borne me, a man of strife and a man of contention to all the earth! I have neither lent for interest, nor have men lent to me for interest. All of them are reviling me.
But man dies and is powerless, and man expires, and where is he?
But the eyes of the wrong are consumed, and they shall not escape, and their expectancy is the breathing out of life!”
I should have been as though I had not been – brought from the womb to the grave.
because I was not cut off before darkness, and from my face He has covered the thick darkness.
Upon You I have leaned from my birth; You took me out of my mother’s womb. My praise is continually of You.