Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, And dost multiply Thine anger with me, Changes and warfare [are] with me.
And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,
Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
Before I go, and return not, Unto a land of darkness and death-shade,
A land of obscurity as thick darkness, Death-shade -- and no order, And the shining [is] as thick darkness.'