Why died I not from the womb? why did I not expire when I came out of the womb?

Why did the knees receive me? or why the breasts that I should nurse?

Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God has hedged in?

I have sinned; what shall I do unto you, O you preserver of men? why have you set me as a mark against you, so that I am a burden to myself?

And why do you not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and you shall seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.

If I am wicked, why then labor I in vain?

I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; show me why you contend with me.

Why then have you brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had died, and no eye had seen me!

Why do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?

Why hide you your face, and hold me for your enemy?

Why does your heart carry you away? and what do your eyes wink at,

Why are we counted as beasts, and regarded as vile in your sight?

Why do you persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?

But you should say, Why persecute we him, seeing the root of the matter is found in me?

As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?

Why do the wicked live, become old, yea, are mighty in power?

Why, seeing times are not hidden from the Almighty, do they that know him not see his days?

Behold, all you yourselves have seen it; why then are you thus altogether vain?

I made a covenant with my eyes; why then should I think upon a maiden?

Why do you strive against him? for he gives not account of any of his matters.