Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from my eyes.

Then should I still have comfort; yea, I would exult myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.

My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are like a shadow.

He draws also the mighty with his power: he rises up, but no man is sure of life.

In his neck remains strength, and sorrow is turned into dancing before him.