(Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have not seen light.)
As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,
Or with princes -- they have gold, They are filling their houses `with' silver.
There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power.
As a snail that melteth he goeth on, `As' an untimely birth of a woman, They have not seen the sun.
Before your pots discern the bramble, As well the raw as the heated He whirleth away.
And better than both of them `is' he who hath not yet been, in that he hath not seen the evil work that hath been done under the sun.
If a man doth beget a hundred, and live many years, and is great, because they are the days of his years, and his soul is not satisfied from the goodness, and also he hath not had a grave, I have said, `Better than he `is' the untimely birth.'
And last of all -- as to the untimely birth -- he appeared also to me,