Because it shut not up the doors of my[ mother’s] womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.Why died I not from the womb?[ why] did I[ not] give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled.Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret[ sins] in the light of thy countenance.For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale[ that is told].