Why did I live?

11Why did I not die at birth, and breathe my last when I came out of the womb?

12Why did knees receive me, and why were there breasts for me to nurse?

13For now I would have lain down and been quiet; I would have slept—then I would have been at rest.

14with kings and counselors of the earth, who built desolate places for themselves,

15or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver—

16Or like a miscarried child hidden away, I would not exist, like infants who never saw light.