Because it did not shut the opening of my mother’s womb, Or hide trouble from my eyes.“ Why did I not die at birth, Come out of the womb and pass away?Why were the knees there in front of me, And why the breasts, that I would nurse?For now I would have lain down and been quiet; I would have slept then, I would have been at rest,
For we have been consumed by Your anger, And we have been terrified by Your wrath.You have placed our guilty deeds before You, Our hidden sins in the light of Your presence.For all our days have dwindled away in Your fury; We have finished our years like a sigh.