Let them be as a snail that melts away; as a stillborn child of a woman, that has not seen the sun.

Woe is me, my mother, that you have borne me, a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have neither loaned with usury, nor have men loaned to me; yet every one curses me.

O Jehovah, give them. What will you give? Give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.

For You are He who took Me out of the womb, causing Me to trust while on My mother's breasts.

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

Upon You I have been supported from the womb; You are He who took me out of my mother's belly; my praise shall continually be of You.

For You have possessed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother's womb.

My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

Listen to me, O house of Jacob, and all the remnant of the house of Israel, who were carried by Me from the belly, who were sustained from the womb;