3:11Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?

3:12Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?

3:13For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,

3:14With kings and counsellors of the earth, which built desolate places for themselves;

3:15Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:

3:16Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.

3:17There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.

3:18There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.

3:19The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.