9 Let the stars of its dawn be darkened; they waited for light, but have none; neither let them see the dawning of the day;
10 because it did not shut up the doors of my mother’s womb nor hide the misery from my eyes.
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.