^{11 Ref} Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!

^{12 Ref} Wherefore have knees been before me? And what `are' breasts, that I suck?

^{13 Ref} For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me,

^{14 Ref} With kings and counsellors of earth, These building wastes for themselves.

^{15 Ref} Or with princes -- they have gold, They are filling their houses `with' silver.

^{16 Ref} (Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have not seen light.)

^{17 Ref} There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power.

^{18 Ref} Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,

^{19 Ref} Small and great `are' there the same. And a servant `is' free from his lord.

^{20 Ref} Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?

^{21 Ref} Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.

²² Who are glad -- unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.

^{23 Ref} To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up?

^{24 Ref} For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.

^{25 Ref} For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me.

^{26 Ref} I was not safe -- nor was I quiet -- Nor was I at rest -- and trouble cometh!