10 Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was  mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.
         
                                
                        11 Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come  forth and gasp!
         
                                
                        12 Wherefore have knees been before me? And what [are] breasts,  that I suck?
         
                                
                        13 For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept --  then there is rest to me,
         
                                
                        14 With kings and counsellors of earth, These building wastes  for themselves.
         
                                
                        15 Or with princes -- they have gold, They are filling their  houses [with] silver.
         
                                
                        16 (Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have  not seen light.)