Like a snail which melts away as it moves, Like a woman’s stillbirth, Let them not see the sun!
or as a hidden untimely birth, as infants who never saw light?
If a man brings forth a hundred children and lives many years, so that the days of his years are many, but his being is not satisfied with goodness, or indeed he has no burial, I say that a premature birth is better than he,
but the rich in his humiliation, because as a flower of the field he shall pass away.
“The heaven and the earth shall pass away, but My words shall by no means pass away.
I should have been as though I had not been – brought from the womb to the grave.