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

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

If I cry to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My Mother,’ or ‘My sister,’

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!”

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

Why did the knees welcome me, and why were there two breasts that I might nurse at them?

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

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

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

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