I should have been as though I had not been – brought from the womb to the grave.
So why have You brought me forth from the womb? Oh, that I had perished and no eye had seen me!
Are not my days few? Then cease! Leave me alone, so that I brighten up a little,
because I was not cut off before darkness, and from my face He has covered the thick darkness.
Why did I not die from the womb, come forth from the belly and expire?
or as a hidden untimely birth, as infants who never saw light?
Like a snail which melts away as it moves, Like a woman’s stillbirth, Let them not see the sun!
because I was not slain from the womb, so that my mother should have been my grave and her womb forever great.