11 Why did I not die at birth and expire as I exited the womb?
12 Why did the knees welcome me, and breasts that I might nurse?
13 For now I would be lying down and quiet; I would be asleep and at rest
14 with kings and counselors of the earth, who built for themselves places now desolate,
15 with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.
16 Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn, like infants who never saw light?
17 There the wicked cease from turmoil, and there the weary are at rest.