‘Why then have You brought me out of the womb?
Would that I had breathed my last and no eye had seen me! 19
I should have been as though I had not been,
Carried from womb to tomb.’ 20
Would He not cease for a few of my days?
Withdraw from me that I may have a little cheer 21
Before I go—and I shall not return—
To the land of darkness and shadow of death, 22
The land of utter gloom as the thick darkness itself,
Of the shadow of death, without order,
And which shines as the thick darkness.”