11 “Why did I not die at birth,and why did I not expire as I came out of the womb?
12 Why did the knees welcome me,and why were there two breasts that I might nurse at them?
13 For now I would be lying down and would be quiet,I would be asleep and then at peace
14 with kings and counselors of the earthwho built for themselves places now desolate,
15 or with princes who possessed gold,who filled their palaces with silver.
16 Or why was I not buried like a stillborn infant,like infants who have never seen the light?
17 There the wicked cease from turmoil,and there the weary are at rest.