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

¹⁸ Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.

¹⁹ I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.

⁹ But thou art he that took me out of the womb; Thou didst make me trust `when I was' upon my mother's breasts.

¹⁰ I was cast upon thee from the womb; Thou art my God since my mother bare me.

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.

⁶ By thee have I been holden up from the womb; Thou art he that took me out of my mother's bowels: My praise shall be continually of thee.

¹³ For thou didst form my inward parts: Thou didst cover me in my mother's womb.

¹⁴ I will give thanks unto thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: Wonderful are thy works; And that my soul knoweth right well.

¹⁵ My frame was not hidden from thee, When I was made in secret, `And' curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

¹⁶ Thine eyes did see mine unformed substance; And in thy book they were all written, `Even' the days that were ordained `for me', When as yet there was none of them.

³ Hearken unto me, O house of Jacob, and all the remnant of the house of Israel, that have been borne `by me' from their birth, that have been carried from the womb;

¹⁰ Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have not lent, neither have men lent to me; `yet' every one of them doth curse me.

¹⁴ Give them, O Jehovah-what wilt thou give? give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.