10. because it didn’t close the doors of my mother’s womb,didn’t hide trouble from my eyes.
11. Why didn’t I die at birth,come forth from the womb and die?
12. Why did knees receive meand breasts let me nurse?
13. For now I would be lying down quietly;I’d sleep; rest would be mine
14. with kings and earth’s advisors,who rebuild ruins for themselves,
15. or with princes who have gold,who fill their houses with silver.
16. Or why wasn’t I like a buried miscarried infant,like babies who never see light?
17. There the wicked rage no more;there the weak rest.
18. Prisoners are entirely at ease;they don’t hear a boss’s voice.
19. Both small and great are there;a servant is free from his masters.