for it did not shut the doors of the womb on me to hide trouble from my eyes.

因没有把怀我胎的门关闭，也没有将患难对我的眼隐藏。

因它没有把怀我胎的门关闭，也没有从我的眼中隐藏患难。

因它没有把怀我胎的门关闭，也没有从我的眼中隐藏患难。

因为那夜没有关闭我母胎的门，以致让我看见患难。

因为那夜没有把我母胎的门关闭，也没有把苦难隐藏，使我看不见。

因沒有把懷我胎的門關閉，也沒有將患難對我的眼隱藏。

因它沒有把懷我胎的門關閉，也沒有從我的眼中隱藏患難。

因它沒有把懷我胎的門關閉，也沒有從我的眼中隱藏患難。

因為那夜沒有關閉我母胎的門，以致讓我看見患難。

因為那夜沒有把我母胎的門關閉，也沒有把苦難隱藏，使我看不見。

因為它沒有把懷我的胎門閉着，沒有對我的眼隱藏着苦難。

因其不閉我母胎之門、不掩我目前之難、

是日母氏育我、致遭艱苦、毋寧墮胎而死、即不然、誕而身死氣絕。

緣不閉懷我之胎、不掩患難於我目、

It didn’t keep my mother from letting me be born. It didn’t keep my eyes from seeing trouble.

because it did not shut the doors of my mother’s womb, nor hide trouble from my eyes.

Curse that day for failing to shut my mother’s womb, for letting me be born to see all this trouble.

For that night did not shut the doors of my mother’s womb, and hide sorrow from my eyes.

Because it did not shut the opening of my mother’s womb, Or hide trouble from my eyes.

Because it did not shut up the doors of my mother’s womb, Nor hide sorrow from my eyes.

Because it shut not up the doors of my mother’s womb, Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.

For that night did not shut the doors of my mother’s womb, and hide sorrow from my eyes.

Because it shut not up the doors of my[ mother’s] womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.

because it did not shut the doors of my mother’s womb on me, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes!

because it didn’t shut up the doors of my mother’s womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.

But to Hannah he gave a double portion because he loved her, and the Lord had closed her womb.

For he did not kill me in the womb, with my mother as my grave, her womb enlarged forever.

When the Lord saw that Leah was not loved, he enabled her to conceive, but Rachel remained childless.

for the Lord had kept all the women in Abimelek’s household from conceiving because of Abraham’s wife Sarah.

So then, banish anxiety from your heart and cast off the troubles of your body, for youth and vigor are meaningless.

“ I loathe my very life; therefore I will give free rein to my complaint and speak out in the bitterness of my soul.

A man may have a hundred children and live many years; yet no matter how long he lives, if he cannot enjoy his prosperity and does not receive proper burial, I say that a stillborn child is better off than he.It comes without meaning, it departs in darkness, and in darkness its name is shrouded.Though it never saw the sun or knew anything, it has more rest than does that man—

“ Even today my complaint is bitter; his hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.

“ If only my anguish could be weighed and all my misery be placed on the scales!It would surely outweigh the sand of the seas— no wonder my words have been impetuous.

“ Why then did you bring me out of the womb? I wish I had died before any eye saw me.If only I had never come into being, or had been carried straight from the womb to the grave!