⁷ We are consumed by your anger
    and terrified by your indignation.
⁸ You have set our iniquities before you,
    our secret sins^(A) in the light of your presence.^(B)
9 All our days pass away under your wrath;
    we finish our years with a moan.^(C)

⁸ May they be like a slug that melts away as it moves along,^(A)
    like a stillborn child^(B) that never sees the sun.

14 “Mortals, born of woman,^(A)
    are of few days^(B) and full of trouble.^(C)

¹⁰ for it did not shut the doors of the womb on me
    to hide trouble from my eyes.

¹¹ “Why did I not perish at birth,
    and die as I came from the womb?^(A)
12 Why were there knees to receive me^(B)
    and breasts that I might be nursed?
¹³ For now I would be lying down^(C) in peace;
    I would be asleep and at rest^(D)