²⁰ “Oh, why give light to those in misery,
    and life to those who are bitter?

¹⁸ Why was I ever born?
    My entire life has been filled
    with trouble, sorrow, and shame.

¹⁵ I would rather be strangled—
    rather die than suffer like this.
¹⁶ I hate my life and don’t want to go on living.
    Oh, leave me alone for my few remaining days.

⁶ Alcohol is for the dying,
    and wine for those in bitter distress.

³⁰ He rescues them from the grave
    so they may enjoy the light of life.

⁹ I wish he would crush me.
    I wish he would reach out his hand and kill me.

¹⁶ Why wasn’t I buried like a stillborn child,
    like a baby who never lives to see the light?

²⁸ God rescued me from the grave,
    and now my life is filled with light.’