with kings and counselors of the earth,1 who built for themselves places now lying in ruins,215
with rulers3 who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.416
Or why was I not hidden in the ground like a stillborn child,5 like an infant who never saw the light of day?617
There the wicked cease from turmoil,7 and there the weary are at rest.818
Captives9 also enjoy their ease; they no longer hear the slave driver's10 shout.1119
The small and the great are there,12 and the slave is freed from his master.