¹⁷ For he did not kill me in the womb,^(A)
    with my mother as my grave,
    her womb enlarged forever.
¹⁸ Why did I ever come out of the womb^(B)
    to see trouble^(C) and sorrow
    and to end my days in shame?^(D)

¹⁰ Do not weep for the dead^(A) king or mourn^(B) his loss;
    rather, weep bitterly for him who is exiled,
because he will never return^(C)
    nor see his native land again.

¹⁷ There the wicked cease from turmoil,^(A)
    and there the weary are at rest.^(B)

¹⁸ “Why then did you bring me out of the womb?^(A)
    I wish I had died before any eye saw me.^(B)