The child, though neither seeing the sun nor knowing anything, has more rest than that man,
Like a slug that dissolves in its slime, like a woman’s stillborn child, may they never see the sun.
For that night did not shut the doors of the womb to hide the sorrow from my eyes.
“Man, who is born of woman, is short of days and full of trouble.
For we are consumed by Your anger and terrified by Your wrath.