^{10 Ref} Because it didn't shut up the doors of my mother's womb, Nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.

^{11 Ref} "Why didn't I die from the womb? Why didn't I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?

^{12 Ref} Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?

^{13 Ref} For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,

^{14 Ref} With kings and counselors of the earth, Who built up waste places for themselves;

^{15 Ref} Or with princes who had gold, Who filled their houses with silver:

^{16 Ref} Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, As infants who never saw light.