⁸ May they be like snails that dissolve into slime,
    like a stillborn child who will never see the sun.

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

³⁵ I have seen wicked and ruthless people
    flourishing like a tree in its native soil.
³⁶ But when I looked again, they were gone!
    Though I searched for them, I could not find them!