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

¹⁸ And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.

¹⁹ As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,

⁹ For thou `art' He bringing me forth from the womb, Causing me to trust, On the breasts of my mother.

¹⁰ On Thee I have been cast from the womb, From the belly of my mother Thou `art' my God.

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

⁶ By Thee I have been supported from the womb, From my mother's bowels Thou dost cut me out, In Thee `is' my praise continually.

¹³ For Thou -- Thou hast possessed my reins, Thou dost cover me in my mother's belly.

¹⁴ I confess Thee, because that `with' wonders I have been distinguished. Wonderful `are' Thy works, And my soul is knowing `it' well.

¹⁵ My substance was not hid from Thee, When I was made in secret, Curiously wrought in the lower part of earth.

¹⁶ Mine unformed substance Thine eyes saw, And on Thy book all of them are written, The days they were formed -- And not one among them.

³ Hearken unto Me, O house of Jacob, And all the remnant of Israel, Who are borne from the belly, Who are carried from the womb,

¹⁰ Wo to me, my mother, For thou hast borne me a man of strife, And a man of contention to all the land, I have not lent on usury, Nor have they lent on usury to me -- All of them are reviling me.

¹⁴ Give to them, Jehovah -- what dost Thou give? Give to them miscarrying womb, and dry breasts.