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Let its stars turn dark before dawn.
    Let it hope for light and receive none.
    Let it not see the first light of dawn
10 because it did not shut the doors of the womb from which I came
    or hide my eyes from trouble.

Why Did I Survive at Birth?

11 “Why didn’t I die as soon as I was born
    and breathe my last breath when I came out of the womb?

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May its morning stars become dark;
    may it wait for daylight in vain
    and not see the first rays of dawn,(A)
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?(B)

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