Why then did You bring me from the womb? Oh, that I had died, and no eye had seen me!
Cursed be the day I was born! May the day my mother bore me never be blessed.
The Son of Man will go just as it is written about Him, but woe to that man by whom He is betrayed. It would be better f
But a man dies and is laid low; he breathes his last, and where is he?
But the eyes of the wicked will fail, and escape will elude them; they will hope for their last breath.”
Woe to me, my mother, that you have borne me, a man of strife and conflict in all the land. I have neither lent nor borr
For that night did not shut the doors of the womb to hide the sorrow from my eyes.