If only I had never come into being, or been carried from womb to grave.
I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
I should have been as though I had not existed; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Then I would be just as if I hadn’t existed, taken from the belly to the grave.
I should have been as if I had not been: transferred from the womb to the tomb.
I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.
“Why then did You bring me out from the womb? I should have died so no eye would have seen me.
Are not my days few? Then stop, leave me alone so I might have a little joy,
Yet I am not silenced because of the darkness, nor by the thick darkness that covers my face.”
Why did I not die at birth and expire as I exited the womb?
Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn, like infants who never saw light?
Let them flow away like water that runs off. When he bends his bow, let the arrows be cut off.
since he did not kill me in the womb, so my mother might have been my grave—her womb filled forever.