11 "Why didn`t I die from the womb? Why didn`t I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
12 Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
13 For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,
14 With kings and counselors of the earth, Who built up waste places for themselves;
15 Or with princes who had gold, Who filled their houses with silver:
16 Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, As infants who never saw light.
17 There the wicked cease from troubling; There the weary are at rest.
