As a snail who melts, let every one of them pass away: like the untimely birth of a woman, that they may not see the sun.

Woe is me, my mother, that you have borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have neither lent for interest, nor men have lent to me for interest; yet everyone of them does curse me.

Give them, O LORD: what will you give? give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.

But you are he that took me out of the womb: you did make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts.

I was cast upon you from birth: you are my God from my mother's womb.

By you have I been upheld from birth: you are he that took me out of my mother's womb: my praise shall be continually of you.

For you have formed my inward parts: you have covered me in my mother's womb.

My frame was not hid from you, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

Hearken unto me, O house of Jacob, and all the remnant of the house of Israel, who are borne by me from birth, who are carried from the womb: