Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!

Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?

I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself -- and what?

I -- I am become wicked; why is this? In vain I labour.

I say unto God, 'Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive with me.

And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.

Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?

Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied?

But ye say, 'Why do we pursue after him?' And the root of the matter hath been found in me.

Lo, ye -- all of you -- have seen, And why is this -- ye are altogether vain?

Also -- the power of their hands, why is it to me? On them hath old age perished.