15 I wish I were buried with rulers who filled their graves with gold and silver.
16 Why wasn’t I a child who died at birth and was put in the ground? I wish I had been buried like a baby who never saw the light of day.
17 There the wicked stop causing trouble, and the weary find rest.
18 Even prisoners find relief there; they no longer hear their guards shouting at them.
19 Everyone—from the greatest to the least important—will be there, and even the slave is free from his master.
20 “Why must a suffering person continue to live? Why let anyone live such a bitter life?
21 Such people want to die, but death does not come. They search for death more than for hidden treasure.