16 I wish I had been born deadand then buried, never to seethe light of day.
17 In the world of the dead,the wicked and the weary restwithout a worry.
18-19 Everyone is there—where captives and slavesare free at last.
20 Why does God let me livewhen life is miserableand so bitter?
21 I keep longing for deathmore than I would seeka valuable treasure.
22 Nothing could make me happierthan to be in the grave.
23 Why do I go on livingwhen God has me surrounded,and I can't see the road?