9 May its morning stars grow dark.May it wait for daylight but have none;may it not see the breaking of dawn.
10 For that night did not shutthe doors of my mother’s womb,and hide sorrow from my eyes.
11 Why was I not stillborn;why didn’t I die as I came from the womb?
12 Why did the knees receive me,and why were there breasts for me to nurse?
13 Now I would certainly be lying down in peace;I would be asleep. Then I would be at rest
14 with the kings and counselors of the earth,who rebuilt ruined cities for themselves,
15 or with princes who had gold,who filled their houses with silver.