11 “Why
a did I not die at birth?
Why did I
not1 perish when I came from the womb?
12 aWhy did the knees receive me?
Or why the breasts, that I should nurse?
13 For now I would have lain still and been quiet,
I would have been asleep;
Then I would have been at rest
14 With kings and counselors of the earth,
Who
abuilt ruins for themselves,
15 Or with princes who had gold,
Who filled their houses
with silver;
16 Or
why was I not hidden
alike a stillborn child,
Like infants who never saw light?
17 There the wicked cease
from troubling,
And there the
1 weary are at
arest.
New King James Version®, Copyright© 1982, Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved.
