9. Let the stars of its twilight be dark. Let it wait for light, but have none. And let it not see the eyelashes of the dawn.
10. For it did not shut up the doors of my mother’s womb, nor hide trouble from my eyes.
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?