because he did not kill me in the womb so that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb forever enlarged.
Why then did You bring me from the womb? Oh, that I had died, and no eye had seen me!
For that night did not shut the doors of the womb to hide the sorrow from my eyes.
A man may father a hundred children and live for many years; yet no matter how long he lives, if he is unsatisfied with
Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn child, like an infant who never sees daylight?