¹⁸     So then, why did You bother to drag me out of the womb at all?
        I should have just died before any eye could see me.
¹⁹     It should have been as though I had never been:
        plucked from the womb, carried to the tomb.
²⁰     Aren’t my days almost finished anyway?
        Stand back, leave me alone, and let me have a scrap of comfort