"Why did I not perish at birth, and die as I came from the womb?112
Why were there knees to receive me2 and breasts that I might be nursed?
For now I would be lying down3 in peace; I would be asleep and at rest414
with kings and counselors of the earth,5 who built for themselves places now lying in ruins,615
with rulers7 who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.816
Or why was I not hidden in the ground like a stillborn child,9 like an infant who never saw the light of day?1017
There the wicked cease from turmoil,11 and there the weary are at rest.1218
Captives13 also enjoy their ease; they no longer hear the slave driver's14 shout.1519
The small and the great are there,16 and the slave is freed from his master.