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.
18. Prisoners are at ease together; they do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.
19. Small and great are there; and slave is free from his master.
20. Why is light given to one who suffers and life to the bitter of soul,
21. to those who long for death, but it does not come, who dig for it more than for hidden treasures,