Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?

Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?

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

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

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

If I be wicked, why then labour I in vain?

Why doth thine heart carry thee away? and what do thy eyes wink at,

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

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

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

I made a covenant with mine eyes; why then should I think upon a maid?

Why dost thou strive against him? for he giveth not account of any of his matters.