They shall be destroyed as melted wax; the fire has fallen, and they have not seen the sun.

Woe is me, [my] mother! You have born me as some man of strife, and at variance with the whole earth. I have not helped [others], nor has anyone helped me; my strength has failed among them that curse me.

Give them, O Lord: what will you give them? A miscarrying womb, and dry breasts.

For You are He that drew Me out of the womb; My hope from My mother's breasts.

I was cast on You from the womb; You are My God from My mother's belly.

On You have I been stayed from the womb: from the belly of my mother You have been my protector: of You is my praise [offered] continually.

For You, O Lord, have possessed my reins; You have helped me from my mother's womb.

My bones, which You made in secret, were not hidden from You, nor my substance, in the lowest parts of the earth.

Hear Me, O house of Jacob, and all the remnant of Israel, who are borne [by Me] from the womb, and taught [by Me] from infancy, [even] to old age;