⁵ Even the sun he hath not seen nor known, more rest hath this than that.

¹⁰ Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.

¹¹ Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!

¹² Wherefore have knees been before me? And what `are' breasts, that I suck?

¹³ For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me,

¹ Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble!

⁸ As a snail that melteth he goeth on, `As' an untimely birth of a woman, They have not seen the sun.

⁷ For we were consumed in Thine anger, And in Thy fury we have been troubled.

⁸ Thou hast set our iniquities before Thee, Our hidden things at the light of Thy face,

⁹ For all our days pined away in Thy wrath, We consumed our years as a meditation.