9 Let that day’s morning star be dark. Let that night wait for a morning that never comes. I wish it had never seen the first rays of sunlight.
10 I wish it had stopped me from being born and kept me from seeing all these troubles.
11 Why didn’t I die when I was born? Why didn’t I die as I came from my mother’s womb?
12 Why did my mother hold me on her knees? Why did her breasts feed me?
13 If I had died when I was born, I would be at peace now. I wish I were asleep and at rest
14 with the kings and their advisors who built palaces that are now in ruins.
15 I wish I were buried with rulers who filled their graves with gold and silver.