Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark: Let it look for light, but have none; Neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning:
10Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.
11Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?
12Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
13For now should I have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept; then had I been at rest,
14With kings and counsellors of the earth, Who built up waste places for themselves;
15Or with princes that had gold, Who filled their houses with silver:
16Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, As infants that never saw light.
17There the wicked cease from troubling; And there the weary are at rest.
18There the prisoners are at ease together; They hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
19The small and the great are there: And the servant is free from his master.
20Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, And life unto the bitter in soul;
21Who long for death, but it cometh not, And dig for it more than for hid treasures;
22Who rejoice exceedingly, And are glad, when they can find the grave?
23Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, And whom God hath hedged in?
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water.
25For the thing which I fear cometh upon me, And that which I am afraid of cometh unto me.
26I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest; But trouble cometh.