11 Why did I not die from the womb? Why did I not give up the spirit when I came out of the belly?
12 Why did the knees receive me? Of what use the breasts that I should suck?
13 For now I should have lain still and been quiet; I should have slept; then I would have been at rest,
14 with the kings and the counsellors of the earth, who built desolate places for themselves;
15 or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver.
16 Or, why was I not hidden as an untimely birth, as infants who never saw light?
17 There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary are at rest.