Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.

For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me.

I was not safe -- nor was I quiet -- Nor was I at rest -- and trouble cometh!

Capturing the wise in their subtilty, And the counsel of wrestling ones was hastened,

Stones have waters worn away, Their outpourings wash away the dust of earth, And the hope of man Thou hast destroyed.

The first man art thou born? And before the heights wast thou formed?

To them alone was the land given, And a stranger passed not over into their midst:

Where wast thou when I founded earth? Declare, if thou hast known understanding.