For that night did not shut the doors of my mother’s womb, and hide sorrow from my eyes.Why was I not stillborn; why didn’t I die as I came from the womb?Why did the knees receive me, and why were there breasts for me to nurse?Now I would certainly be lying down in peace; I would be asleep. Then I would be at rest
For we are consumed by Your anger; we are terrified by Your wrath.You have set our unjust ways before You, our secret sins in the light of Your presence.For all our days ebb away under Your wrath; we end our years like a sigh.