10. Curse that night for letting me be born,for exposing me to trouble and grief.
11. I wish I had died in my mother's wombor died the moment I was born.
12. Why did my mother hold me on her knees?Why did she feed me at her breast?
13. If I had died then, I would be at rest now,
14. sleeping like the kings and rulerswho rebuilt ancient palaces.
15. Then I would be sleeping like princeswho filled their houses with gold and silver,
16. or sleeping like a stillborn child.
17. In the grave wicked people stop their evil,and tired workers find rest at last.
18. Even prisoners enjoy peace,free from shouts and harsh commands.
19. Everyone is there, the famous and the unknown,and slaves at last are free.
20. Why let people go on living in misery?Why give light to those in grief?
21. They wait for death, but it never comes;they prefer a grave to any treasure.
22. They are not happy till they are dead and buried;
23. God keeps their future hiddenand hems them in on every side.
24. Instead of eating, I mourn,and I can never stop groaning.
25. Everything I fear and dread comes true.
26. I have no peace, no rest,and my troubles never end.