11 “Why did I not die at birth? Why did I not come forth from the womb and expire?
12 Why did the knees receive me and the breasts, that I could suck?
13 For now I would lie down, and I would be at peace; I would be asleep; then I would be at rest
14 with kings and counselors of the earth, who rebuild ruins for themselves,
15 or with high officials who have gold, who fill up their houses with silver.
16 Or why was I not hidden like a miscarriage, like infants who did not see the light?
17 There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary are at rest;