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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.

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15 with princes(A) who had gold,
    who filled their houses with silver.(B)
16 Or why was I not hidden away in the ground like a stillborn child,(C)
    like an infant who never saw the light of day?(D)
17 There the wicked cease from turmoil,(E)
    and there the weary are at rest.(F)

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