11Why did I not die at birth
or pass away as I came from the womb?
12Why did my mother's knees receive me?
Why were her breasts there to nurse me?
13For then I would be lying down peacefully.
I would be sleeping and resting quietly
14with the kings and counselors of the earth,
with those who rebuilt ruined cities for themselves,[] 15with high officials who accumulated gold,
with those who filled their houses with silver.
16Why was I not hidden like a stillborn child,
like the infants who never see the light of day?
17There the wicked cease from turmoil.
There the weary are at rest.
18There the prisoners are at ease together.
They no longer hear the voice of the slave driver.
19There the small and great are alike,
and the slave is free from his master.
20Why is light given to those weighed down with grief?
Why is life given to those whose spirit is bitter,
21to those who yearn for death but it does not come,
though they dig for it more than for buried treasure,
22to those who will be thrilled with happiness,
those who will celebrate when they reach the grave?
23Why is light given to a man whose path is hidden,
to one whom God has hedged in?
24Now my sighing takes the place of my daily bread.
My groans gush forth like water,
25because what I feared has overwhelmed me,
and that which I dreaded has come upon me.
26I have no ease, no quiet, no rest.
Instead, turmoil has come.