¹¹ “Why didn’t I die from the womb?
    Why didn’t I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
¹² Why did the knees receive me?
    Or why the breast, that I should nurse?
¹³ For now I should have lain down and been quiet.
    I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,
¹⁴ with kings and counselors of the earth,
    who built up waste places for themselves;
¹⁵ or with princes who had gold,
    who filled their houses with silver;
¹⁶ or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been,
    as infants who never saw light.

¹⁸ “‘Why, then, have you brought me out of the womb?
    I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.