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.
20 Why is light given to the hard worker,life to those bitter of soul,
21 those waiting in vain for death,who search for it more than for treasure,