“Who shut up the sea with doors when it burst forth, coming out of the womb,

“Why did I not die at birth, and why did I not expire as I came out of the womb?

“Why then did you bring me out from the womb? I should have died and no eye would have seen me!

Did not the one who made me in the womb make them? Did not the same one form us in the womb?

The womb forgets him, the worm feasts on him, no longer will he be remembered. Like a tree, wickedness will be broken down.