May his ancestors’ sins be remembered by the Lord! May his mother’s sin not be forgotten!

Look, I was guilty of sin from birth, a sinner the moment my mother conceived me.

Certainly you made my mind and heart; you wove me together in my mother’s womb.

Even if my father and mother abandoned me, the Lord would take me in.

He makes the barren woman of the family a happy mother of children. Praise the Lord!

I have leaned on you since birth; you pulled me from my mother’s womb. I praise you continually.

I have been dependent on you since birth; from the time I came out of my mother’s womb you have been my God.

Yes, you are the one who brought me out from the womb and made me feel secure on my mother’s breasts.

I mourned for them as I would for a friend or my brother. I bowed down in sorrow as if I were mourning for my mother.

Indeed I am composed and quiet, like a young child carried by its mother; I am content like the young child I carry.

He took him away from following the mother sheep, and made him the shepherd of Jacob, his people, and of Israel, his chosen nation.

You plot against your brother; you slander your own brother.

My own brothers treat me like a stranger; they act as if I were a foreigner.