For that night did not shut the doors of my mother’s womb, and hide sorrow from my eyes.

因没有把怀我胎的门关闭，也没有将患难对我的眼隐藏。

因它没有把怀我胎的门关闭，也没有从我的眼中隐藏患难。

因它没有把怀我胎的门关闭，也没有从我的眼中隐藏患难。

因为那夜没有关闭我母胎的门，以致让我看见患难。

因为那夜没有把我母胎的门关闭，也没有把苦难隐藏，使我看不见。

因沒有把懷我胎的門關閉，也沒有將患難對我的眼隱藏。

因它沒有把懷我胎的門關閉，也沒有從我的眼中隱藏患難。

因它沒有把懷我胎的門關閉，也沒有從我的眼中隱藏患難。

因為那夜沒有關閉我母胎的門，以致讓我看見患難。

因為那夜沒有把我母胎的門關閉，也沒有把苦難隱藏，使我看不見。

因為它沒有把懷我的胎門閉着，沒有對我的眼隱藏着苦難。

因其不閉我母胎之門、不掩我目前之難、

是日母氏育我、致遭艱苦、毋寧墮胎而死、即不然、誕而身死氣絕。

緣不閉懷我之胎、不掩患難於我目、

for it did not shut the doors of the womb on me to hide trouble from my eyes.

It didn’t keep my mother from letting me be born. It didn’t keep my eyes from seeing trouble.

because it did not shut the doors of my mother’s womb, nor hide trouble from my eyes.

Curse that day for failing to shut my mother’s womb, for letting me be born to see all this trouble.

Because it did not shut the opening of my mother’s womb, Or hide trouble from my eyes.

Because it did not shut up the doors of my mother’s womb, Nor hide sorrow from my eyes.

Because it shut not up the doors of my mother’s womb, Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.

For that night did not shut the doors of my mother’s womb, and hide sorrow from my eyes.

Because it shut not up the doors of my[ mother’s] womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.

because it did not shut the doors of my mother’s womb on me, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes!

because it didn’t shut up the doors of my mother’s womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.

But he gave a double portion to Hannah, for he loved her even though the LORD had kept her from conceiving.

because he didn’t kill me in the womb so that my mother might have been my grave, her womb eternally pregnant.

When the LORD saw that Leah was neglected, he opened her womb; but Rachel was unable to conceive.

for the LORD had completely closed all the wombs in Abimelech’s household on account of Sarah, Abraham’s wife.

Remove sorrow from your heart, and put away pain from your flesh, because youth and the prime of life are fleeting.

I am disgusted with my life. I will give vent to my complaint and speak in the bitterness of my soul.

A man may father a hundred children and live many years. No matter how long he lives, if he is not satisfied by good things and does not even have a proper burial, I say that a stillborn child is better off than he.For he comes in futility and he goes in darkness, and his name is shrouded in darkness.Though a stillborn child does not see the sun and is not conscious, it has more rest than he.

Today also my complaint is bitter. His hand is heavy despite my groaning.

If only my grief could be weighed and my devastation placed with it on the scales.For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas! That is why my words are rash.

“ Why did you bring me out of the womb? I should have died and never been seen.I wish I had never existed but had been carried from the womb to the grave.