¹¹ "Why didn't I die from the womb? Why didn't I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?

¹⁸ "'Why, then, have you brought me forth out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, 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 you brought me out of the womb. You made me trust at my mother's breasts.

¹⁰ I was thrown on you from my mother's womb. You are my God since my mother bore me.

⁸ Let them be like a snail which melts and passes away, Like the stillborn child, who has not seen the sun.

⁶ I have relied on you from the womb. You are he who took me out of my mother's womb. I will always praise you.

¹³ For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother's womb.

¹⁴ I will give thanks to you, For I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.

¹⁵ My frame wasn't hidden from you, When I was made in secret, Woven together in the depths of the earth.

¹⁶ Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, The days that were ordained for me, When as yet there were none of them.

³ Listen to me, 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 you have 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] everyone of them does curse me.

¹⁴ Give them--Yahweh what will you give? Give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.