⁵ moreover it hath not seen the sun nor known it; this hath rest rather than the other:

¹⁰ Because it shut not up the doors of my `mother's' womb, Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.

¹¹ Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?

¹² Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?

¹³ For now should I have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept; then had I been at rest,

¹ Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.

⁸ `Let them be' as a snail which melteth and passeth away, `Like' the untimely birth of a woman, that hath not seen the sun.

⁷ For we are consumed in thine anger, And in thy wrath are we troubled.

⁸ Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, Our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.

⁹ For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: We bring our years to an end as a sigh.