“Why then did You bring me out from the womb? I should have died so no eye would have seen me.
The Son of Man indeed goes, just as it is written about Him; but woe to that man by whom the Son of Man is betrayed! It would have been better for that man if he had not been born!”
Oy to me, my mother, that you gave birth to me— a man of strife and conflict to all the land! I did not lend or borrow, yet everyone curses me.
But man dies and is powerless. Man expires—and where is he?
But the eyes of the wicked will fail, and escape will elude them; their only hope is their dying breath.”
If only I had never come into being, or been carried from womb to grave.
Yet I am not silenced because of the darkness, nor by the thick darkness that covers my face.”
From my birth I have leaned on You. You took me out of my mother’s womb. My praise is always about You.