Jeremiah 20:18
Why `is' this? from the womb I have come out, To see labour and sorrow, Yea, consumed in shame are my days!
Why `is' this? from the womb I have come out, To see labour and sorrow, Yea, consumed in shame are my days!
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17Because he hath not put me to death from the womb, And my mother is to me -- my grave, And her womb a pregnancy age-during.
18And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
19As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
10Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.
11Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!
12Wherefore have knees been before me? And what `are' breasts, that I suck?
14Cursed `is' the day in which I was born, The day that my mother bare me, Let it not be blessed!
15Cursed `is' the man who bore tidings `to' my father, saying, `Born to thee hath been a child -- a male,' Making him very glad!
16(Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have not seen light.)
3Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: `A man-child hath been conceived.'
1Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble!
5Lo, in iniquity I have been brought forth, And in sin doth my mother conceive me.
9For thou `art' He bringing me forth from the womb, Causing me to trust, On the breasts of my mother.
10On Thee I have been cast from the womb, From the belly of my mother Thou `art' my God.
18(But from my youth He grew up with me as `with' a father, And from the belly of my mother I am led.)
14To corruption I have called: -- `Thou `art' my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' -- to the worm.
15And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
15As he came out from the belly of his mother, naked he turneth back to go as he came, and he taketh not away anything of his labour, that doth go in his hand.
3Therefore filled have been my loins `with' great pain, Pangs have seized me as pangs of a travailing woman, I have been bent down by hearing, I have been troubled by seeing.
13Pangs of a travailing woman come to him, He `is' a son not wise, For he remaineth not the time for the breaking forth of sons.
10Wo to me, my mother, For thou hast borne me a man of strife, And a man of contention to all the land, I have not lent on usury, Nor have they lent on usury to me -- All of them are reviling me.
21and he saith, `Naked came I forth from the womb of my mother, and naked I turn back thither: Jehovah hath given and Jehovah hath taken: let the name of Jehovah be blessed.'
20See, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house `it is' as death.
16My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.
6By Thee I have been supported from the womb, From my mother's bowels Thou dost cut me out, In Thee `is' my praise continually.
5No eye hath had pity on thee, to do to thee any of these, To have compassion on thee, And thou art cast on the face of the field, With loathing of thy person. In the day thou hast been born -- thou!
18Also sucklings have despised me, I rise, and they speak against me.
10For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
15Did not He that made me in the womb make him? Yea, prepare us in the womb doth One.
19Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.
10`I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
17When a pregnant woman cometh near to the birth, She is pained -- she crieth in her pangs, So we have been from Thy face, O Jehovah.
18We have conceived, we have been pained. We have brought forth as it were wind, Salvation we do not work in the earth, Nor do the inhabitants of the world fall.
29I -- I am become wicked; why `is' this? `In' vain I labour.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
47Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
6And I `am' a worm, and no man, A reproach of man, and despised of the people.
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
13From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
15My substance was not hid from Thee, When I was made in secret, Curiously wrought in the lower part of earth.
1I `am' the man `who' hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.
15-- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul.
11What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?