Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?

Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!

But the eyes of the wicked shall fail, and they shall not escape, and their hope shall be as the giving up of the ghost.

If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

And when Jacob had made an end of commanding his sons, he gathered up his feet into the bed, and yielded up the ghost, and was gathered unto his people.

Jesus, when he had cried again with a loud voice, yielded up the ghost.

Then fell she down straightway at his feet, and yielded up the ghost: and the young men came in, and found her dead, and, carrying her forth, buried her by her husband.

So man lieth down, and riseth not: till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their sleep.

O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.

And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:

The wicked is driven away in his wickedness: but the righteous hath hope in his death.

And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham's bosom: the rich man also died, and was buried;

And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.