because it did not shut the doors of my mother’s womb, nor hide trouble from my eyes.“ Why did I not die at birth, come out from the womb and expire?Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breasts, that I should nurse?For then I would have lain down and been quiet; I would have slept; then I would have been at rest,
For we are brought to an end by your anger; by your wrath we are dismayed.You have set our iniquities before you, our secret sins in the light of your presence.For all our days pass away under your wrath; we bring our years to an end like a sigh.