My breath is repulsive to my wife; I am loathsome to my brothers.

The wealth that he consumed he vomits up, God will make him throw it out of his stomach.

For I am full of words, and the spirit within me constrains me.

because it did not shut the doors of my mother’s womb on me, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes!

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

I should have been as though I had never existed; I should have been carried right from the womb to the grave!

“Does a wise man answer with blustery knowledge, or fill his belly with the east wind?

They conceive trouble and bring forth evil; their belly prepares deception.”

For he knows no satisfaction in his appetite; he does not let anything he desires escape.

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

but from my youth I raised the orphan like a father, and from my mother’s womb I guided the widow!

Inside I am like wine which has no outlet, like new wineskins ready to burst!

From whose womb does the ice emerge, and the frost from the sky, who gives birth to it,

Look at its strength in its loins, and its power in the muscles of its belly.

“While he is filling his belly, God sends his burning anger against him, and rains down his blows upon him.

He said, “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked I will return there. The Lord gives, and the Lord takes away. May the name of the Lord be blessed!”