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?
17 There the wicked rage no more;there the weak rest.
18 Prisoners are entirely at ease;they don’t hear a boss’s voice.
19 Both small and great are there;a servant is free from his masters.