11 “Why did I not die at birth?Why did I not expire when I came out of the womb?
12 Why did her knees receive me?And why her breasts that I should nurse?
13 For now I would be lying down and would be at peace;I would have slept; then there would be rest for me,
14 with kings and counselors of the earth,who built ruins for themselves,
15 or with princes who had gold,who filled their houses with silver.
16 Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn child,like infants who never saw light?
17 There the wicked will have stopped causing trouble,and there the exhausted will rest.