10 Curse that night for letting me be born,for exposing me to trouble and grief.
11 I wish I had died in my mother's wombor died the moment I was born.
12 Why did my mother hold me on her knees?Why did she feed me at her breast?
13 If I had died then, I would be at rest now,
14 sleeping like the kings and rulerswho rebuilt ancient palaces.
15 Then I would be sleeping like princeswho filled their houses with gold and silver,
16 or sleeping like a stillborn child.