Because it did not shut up the doors of my mother’s womb, Nor hide sorrow from my eyes.“ Why did I not die at birth? Why did I not perish when I came from the womb?Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breasts, that I should nurse?For now I would have lain still and been quiet, I would have been asleep; Then I would have been at rest
For we have been consumed by Your anger, And by Your wrath we are terrified.You have set our iniquities before You, Our secret sins in the light of Your countenance.For all our days have passed away in Your wrath; We finish our years like a sigh.