18:003:010 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
18:003:011 Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
18:003:012 Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
18:003:013 For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
18:003:014 With kings and counsellors of the earth, which build desolate places for themselves;
18:003:015 Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
18:003:016 Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
18:003:017 There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.
18:003:018 There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
18:003:019 The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.