10 because it didn’t close the doors of my mother’s womb,didn’t hide trouble from my eyes.
11 Why didn’t I die at birth,come forth from the womb and die?
12 Why did knees receive meand breasts let me nurse?
13 For now I would be lying down quietly;I’d sleep; rest would be mine
14 with kings and earth’s advisors,who rebuild ruins for themselves,
15 or with princes who have gold,who fill their houses with silver.
16 Or why wasn’t I like a buried miscarried infant,like babies who never see light?