Why were there knees to receive me1 and breasts that I might be nursed?
For now I would be lying down2 in peace; I would be asleep and at rest314
with kings and counselors of the earth,4 who built for themselves places now lying in ruins,515
with rulers6 who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.716
Or why was I not hidden in the ground like a stillborn child,8 like an infant who never saw the light of day?917
There the wicked cease from turmoil,10 and there the weary are at rest.1118
Captives12 also enjoy their ease; they no longer hear the slave driver's13 shout.1419
The small and the great are there,15 and the slave is freed from his master.
"Why is light given to those in misery, and life to the bitter of soul,1621
to those who long for death that does not come,17 who search for it more than for hidden treasure,1822
who are filled with gladness and rejoice when they reach the grave?19