11 Why did I not die at birth,come forth from the womb and expire?
12 Why did knees receive me,or breasts nurse me?
13 For then I should have lain down and been tranquil;had I slept, I should then have been at rest
14 With kings and counselors of the earthwho rebuilt what were ruins
15 Or with princes who had goldand filled their houses with silver.
16 Or why was I not buried away like a stillborn child,like babies that have never seen the light?
17 There the wicked cease from troubling,there the weary are at rest.