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.