11 Why did I not die in the womb? Having left the womb, why did I not immediately perish?
12 Why was I received upon the knees? Why was I suckled at the breasts?
13 For by now, I should have been sleeping silently, and taking rest in my sleep
14 with the kings and consuls of the earth, who build themselves solitudes,
15 either with princes, who possess gold and fill their houses with silver,
16 or, like a hidden miscarriage, I should not have continued, just like those who, being conceived, have not seen the light.
17 There the impious cease from rebellion, and there the wearied in strength take rest.