Why did I not perish at birth; why did I not die as I came from the womb?
Why then did You bring me from the womb? Oh, that I had died, and no eye had seen me!
“Listen to Me, O house of Jacob, all the remnant of the house of Israel, who have been sustained from the womb, carried
Like a slug that dissolves in its slime, like a woman’s stillborn child, may they never see the sun.
Give them, O LORD—what will You give? Give them wombs that miscarry and breasts that dry up!
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
Yet You brought me forth from the womb; You made me secure at my mother’s breast.
I have leaned on You since birth; You pulled me from my mother’s womb. My praise is always for You.
For You formed my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother’s womb.