“Why then did You bring me out from the womb? I should have died so no eye would have seen me.
If only I had never come into being, or been carried from womb to grave.
But the eyes of the wicked will fail, and escape will elude them; their only hope is their dying breath.”
But man dies and is powerless. Man expires—and where is he?
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.
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.
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!”