11. Why did I not die from the womb, come forth from the belly and expire?
12. Why were there knees to receive me? Or breasts for me to suck?
13. For now I would have been lying in peace. I would have slept – then I would have been at rest,
14. with sovereigns and counsellors of the earth, who built ruins for themselves,
15. or with rulers who had gold, who filled their houses with silver,
16. or as a hidden untimely birth, as infants who never saw light?
17. There the wrong cease raging, and there the weary are at rest,
18. the prisoners rest together, they do not hear the voice of the oppressor.