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.
20. Why is light given to the hard worker,life to those bitter of soul,
21. those waiting in vain for death,who search for it more than for treasure,
22. who rejoice excitedly,who are thrilled when they find a grave?
23. Why is light given to the person whose way is hidden,whom God has fenced in?
24. My groans become my bread;my roars pour out like water.
25. Because I was afraid of something awful,and it arrived;what I dreaded came to me.
26. I had no ease, quiet, or rest,and trembling came.